Chapter 36
Trista's POV
He froze, his breath still scorching my neck.
"That's right, calm down," I whispered, trying to coax him into taking me to the healing center.
"Cassian—" I started, but he suddenly bent his head, his mouth aggressively claiming mine.
I tried to pull away. My arms braced against his chest, my knuckles trembling. But I wasn't fighting one person now—I was fighting two wolves: his wolf, my wolf, and the mating bond that relentlessly tugged at my bones.
"Let go of me..." I locked down my scent, forcing my breathing shallow, trying to suppress my instinct.
But the d**g worked like fine salt. The more I pressed, the deeper it permeated. The mark turned into tiny, hot needles, stinging my neck gland in waves.
He lifted his head. His pupils contracted into vertical
