Chapter 31
Cassian's POV
The wind blew in from the river, carrying the cool scent of evening primrose.
I crushed the cigarette butt under my shoe. The heat still lingered on my fingers.
"She's back. I'll take responsibility, but I won't let the Ironthorn Pack's boundaries and order be compromised."
I said, "I will settle things that need settling, and I will draw the line myself."
I had set many personal boundaries—not just rules written down, but lines living in my bones.
Even if I still felt a familiar pull toward Samantha's pheromones, I wouldn't let that guilt cross the line I drew between me and my mate.
That line was the mating contract. It was also my fundamental duty as an Alpha.
Besides, I truly didn't love Samantha.
Fred let out a noise of disbelief, like pouring alcoho
