บททั้งหมดของ The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Trista's POVRandolph shot to his feet, his voice dropping into a low, heavy growl. "Trista and Cassian forming a mating bond was indeed the Silverlight pack entering the inner circle of Ironthorn. But we never begged you, and we certainly never offered our daughter as a bargaining chip for status."Wilmot sneered, his eyes dripping with disdain. "Since you admit this was your ladder to the top, you should have learned to stay in your place and be sensible."Ulva fired back immediately, her tone cold and resolute. "Even if Ironthorn is the most powerful pack in LA, we will not let our daughter endure this humiliation. The mating bond must be terminated."Wilmot's eyes widened with rage, his voice rasping through gritted teeth. "Since you are the ones insisting on the termination, don't even dream of taking anything with you."I looked up and accidentally locked eyes with Cassian.We had grown up together for over twenty years, shared a mating bond for three, yet he just sat there—ston

Third Person's POVRandolph's hand gripped the knife handle so hard it shook with fury, his entire arm trembling.He gritted his teeth, standing like a shield before his wife and children. "I may be useless, but if anyone dares to bully my kids, I'll fight them to the death!"Howard gave the omega a sharp look.The omega hurried to open the door, letting the pack guards outside rush in."Let me go!"No matter how skilled Cassian was, he couldn't hold his own against several elite guards swarming him at once.Moreover, with his father and grandfather present, he couldn't fully unleash his power.Seeing that they couldn't suppress his struggling, the guards waited for a moment of distraction and injected him with a sedative, quickly carrying his limp body away.Wilmot swept a warning glare over Trista's parents before storming out in a rage.Things had reached a point where Alaina knew anything she said would be futile. She didn't speak again.Before leaving, Howard dropped his final wo

Third Person's POVFred shot him an even more annoying grin. "Between Samantha and Algernon, your mating bond is about to snap, and the two families are at each other's throats. What are you waiting for? Just move in with Samantha and play happy family already."Cassian's expression was terrifyingly dark. The Alpha aura in the car dropped like a steel blade against the skin, making the air thick and heavy. "I won't let anyone decide my relationship with Trista for me."Fred stared at Cassian, acting like he was delivering a medical diagnosis. "Trista loves you, but she's not an idiot. For the sake of your first love and that kid, you lied to her, hurt her, pushed her away, and manipulated her. You even laid hands on her brother. After treating her like that, if she has even a shred of self-respect left, she's never coming back."Irritated, Cassian lit a cigarette.The moment the spark flared, his pheromones destabilized. A cold, sharp scent flooded the narrow cabin before he forcibly

Third Person's POVSamantha lowered her head, her heart racing with panic, as if the last veil of her dignity had been ripped away. "What happens between Cassian and me is none of your business."Fred didn't even bother calling her a liar; he just threw the question back at her. "Think about it, Samantha. If Cassian really loved you, why hasn't he terminated the mating with Trista to give you a formal position?"He didn't give her a second to breathe. "Because in Cassian's eyes, you and Trista aren't even on the same level. You can't compete with her."Unwilling to back down, Samantha looked like a cornered she-wolf, a venomous glint surfacing in her eyes. "I might be a rogue, but Trista's pack has fallen too. When Silverlight went under, it was Cassian who bailed them out of massive debt. She's been his mate for three years, but she's just a hanger-on living off his wealth. How am I any less than her?"Fred picked at his ear with his pinky, his tone dismissive and bored. "Even if Sil

Trista's POVLooking at his biracial features up close, I realized for the first time that some male wolves could look even more delicate than she-wolves.Cassian's handsomeness was rugged—a sharp, overt aggression, like a blade held openly in hand.But Isaiah was different.His beauty was more androgynous and more dangerous, like a sharp ornament pinned to one's throat—arresting and dazzling up close, yet capable of slicing skin at any moment.But it wasn't his face that kept me on guard.It was the sudden shift in the air as he approached.This wasn't the presence of an ordinary Alpha; it was a disordered aura.It felt as if his wolf had been deprived of rest and solace for so long that it existed in a state of half-awake frenzy. Once unleashed, his aura fluctuated wildly—sharp one second, chaotic the next—like instincts that had been suppressed too many times and were now screaming for an exit.That scent wasn't just about suppression.It felt like a calculated provocation, a test