Chapter 350

Third Person's POV

Cassian unloaded the luggage and offered a polite nod. "Randolph. Ulva."

Randolph let out a heavy sigh, his eyes colder than Cassian had ever seen them. "The bond is broken. From here on out, we go our separate ways. You don't need to step foot on Silverlight ground anymore."

Trista grabbed her suitcase and walked into the house without looking back.

As Ulva turned to follow, Cassian felt a surge of desperation. He couldn't help himself. "Mom," he called out.

Ulva stopped, her voice flat and distant. "Since you're no longer Trista's mate, I'm not your 'Mom.' Don't call me that again, Cassian."

Cassian froze.

He had grown up in Ironthorn, a world of power struggles and cold wars. It was only here, with the Silverlight family, that he had ever felt real warmth.

These two had treated him like their own son; they'd backed him when he first became Alpha and hunted for healing herbs whenever he was hurt.

Now, he had no right to even stand on their porch.

"I'll make you accept me again! I promise!" Cassian shouted at Ulva's back.

She paused for a second but didn't turn around.

Trista stood in the entryway, deciding to deliver the final blow. "Save your breath, Cassian. The second I asked the Moon Goddess to take back my vows, I was done. I'm never looking back."

She went to shut the door, but Cassian caught her wrist.

"Let go!" Trista snapped, wrenching herself free. "I'm sure Samantha will be 'miraculously cured' the second she hears you're single. Go celebrate with her, Alpha Cassian."

Standing in the sunset, Cassian felt so gutted by her sarcasm that he couldn't even find the words to fight back.

Inside the house, Randolph and Ulva hovered over Trista, their voices thick with nervous hope. "Is it really over? For good?"

Trista didn't say a word. She just set the severance papers with the Moon Seal on the table.

Randolph let out a long, shaky breath-the weight finally lifting from his shoulders.

Ulva sat on the sofa and pulled Trista into a tight hug, tears streaming down her face. "We don't need a cold-hearted Alpha like that. I'll find you someone who actually deserves you."

To comfort her parents, Trista just gave a compliant nod.

After dealing with Cassian's exhausting drama, she was completely over the idea of "mating bonds."

In this world, the heartless wolves were the ones who thrived, while the ones who loved deeply got torn to shreds.

From now on, she was done with cheap sweet talk. She wasn't running a charity for "misunderstood" men anymore. She was going to be her own backup.

While Trista was with her parents, Cassian stood outside the Silverlight Villa for a long time.

Humphrey finally bit the bullet and approached him. "Alpha Cassian... Miss Fernandez is making a scene again. She hasn't stopped calling."

Cassian's jaw tightened. A flash of pure annoyance crossed his face before he climbed into the car without a word.

Late that night, Cassian returned to the Ironthorn estate feeling like a hollow shell. The house was terrifyingly quiet; every trace of Trista's healing scent had vanished.

He went into the master bedroom, ripped off his tie, and collapsed onto the massive bed.

The regret and loneliness finally hit him like a tidal wave.

He felt something hard pressing against his back.

He reached under himself and pulled out a crystal pendant.

The little guy in the photo stared back at him with eyes so clear they made his heart break.

He clutched the pendant against his chest, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Hey, baby... Mommy won't really leave Daddy, right?"

His eyes were bloodshot as hot tears soaked into the pillow.

The news of the mating severance hadn't leaked yet.

Fred and Isaiah had a pretty good idea, but they didn't dare say anything.

Tuesday evening, Cassian went to the Ironthorn main house.

The family had just finished dinner when he walked in.

"Since you've decided to stick with the bond, you need to have her accompany you to more pack- events," Wilmot said from the head

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of the table, his tone as arrogant as ever.

"If she wants to keep her spot as the Tropthom Luna, she needs to get over helittle tantrum and focus on giving the pack an heir."

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Cassian didn't answer. He just tossed the severance papers onto the coffee table.

"Trista and I are done. Permanently."

The room went dead silent. It was like he'd dropped a bomb.

Wynn grabbed the papers, her eyes turning red when she saw the Moon Seal.

She handed them to her parents. Alaina took one cold look and looked away, as if it were just a bad business deal.

Howard sat in his chair, his face dark and silent.

"How much did she take from the pack?" Wilmot asked. For him, it was always about the bottom line.

Cassian lowered his eyes, hiding his contempt. "She didn't want a dime. She walked away with nothing."

Wilmot let out a scoff, slamming the

papers onto the table. "Good. At

least she has some shame. A girl

from a bankrupt pack with a nasty attitude? She couldn't even give us a pup anyway."

Cassian let out a dry, bitter laugh. He stood up, looking exhausted. "I just came to

tell you. I'm leaving."