Chapter 95
Third Person's POV
That night, Cassian's new residence.
It was a large, flat apartment in the bay luxury district with a sweeping view of the distant city lights.
Cassian was on the ninth floor; Fred was on the thirteenth.
Fred scanned the apartment from top to bottom, a sneer playing on his lips. "Even if you turn this into a display model and hang wedding photos everywhere, Trista still might not look twice."
Cassian ignored him, placing new dual-sets of toiletries piece by piece into the bathroom: toothbrush holders, towels, shaving gear—all perfectly aligned, as if he were trying to reconstruct the order of his life.
Fred leaned against the doorframe, his tone blunt. "Cassian, no mate can tolerate their alpha constantly keeping an ex around, especially one with a pup
