Chapter 12
Trista's POV
I turned my head, making his breath land harmlessly away from my scent gland.
For three years, his way of soothing me never changed. He'd lower his aura, move closer, and deepen our bond via marking me one more time, calming my wolf. I knew if I agreed, the mating bond wouldn't hurt anymore.
But now, her scent was on him. That sweet, faint after-smell felt like a needle, pricking my senses repeatedly.
I pushed him away. "Wait."
I pulled out the prepared document and placed it, along with a silver-ink pen, on the table. It was the "Moon Goddess Rejection Protocol" copies, issued by The Elder Council.
The sound of paper sliding against wood was quiet, but it was a thin blade that sliced the room's silence in half.
"Cassian," I looked up at him. "Let's file for
