All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Third Person's POVAlaina finally let go once her strength was spent.Samantha sat paralyzed on the ground, shaking violently. She sobbed into her hands, her makeup a smeared mess and her breathing ragged.Alaina pointed a finger directly at her son's face, her voice trembling but sharp as a razor. "Do you have any idea that six years ago, this she-wolf took a sixty-million-dollar check from Howard and dumped you the very same night to flee the country?"Cassian's pupils constricted violently.In that instant, he felt like he'd been nailed to the spot. His blood ran cold, and the wolf inside him let out a sudden, explosive snarl.He stared at Samantha in disbelief, his gaze turning bone-chilling.Seeing her son's reaction, Alaina realized the truth instantly.Cassian had never heard that recording from back then.If he had, he wouldn't have dragged this out until Trista was pushed to the edge of termination."Cassian, it wasn't like that! Let me explain—" Samantha cried out in denial,

Third Person's POVIn his narrative, Samantha had never made a single excessive demand.Every time she stepped back, every time she showed vulnerability, it seemed like an effort to avoid causing him trouble or bringing embarrassment to him.Even when Samantha had moved into his house, Cassian didn't see it as her actively taking anything.To him, it felt more like she was simply following Trista's arrangements under the weight of Trista's pressure.Afterward, when Samantha regained her composure, she had quickly apologized, keeping her posture humble.Since then, she had maintained her distance.She hadn't crossed the line again, hadn't left her scent in his territory, and hadn't used her pheromones to try and hook his wolf.She even began to deliberately fade into the background, as if afraid that breathing too loudly would be misconstrued.Now, she was choosing to be self-sufficient.She would rather rent a place outside with Algernon and try to make a living as an influencer—eatin

Third Person's POVCassian rose slowly, his voice low but cuttingly cold. "If my mother hadn't brought up that sixty million, how long were you planning to keep me in the dark?"Samantha's eyes darted around. She stepped toward him in a panic. "Cassian, I already explained this. Howard forced me! I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to ruin your relationship with him over me—!"Cassian's gaze lingered on her face for a long time.He had just stepped away from the investigation. The brutal details were still etched in his mind, and while logic told him to be clinical, his wolf nature was surging. He loathed being deceived, and he loathed being manipulated.He spoke, his voice not loud, but like a sharp blade pressed against a table. "Samantha, I don't like people talking in circles. Give it to me straight—do you want money, or do you want 'something else'?"Cassian deliberately emphasized the words "something else."It wasn't an accusation yet, but it carried a warning, forcing

Trista's POVCassian's brow knitted together.He didn't back down; instead, he took a step inside.As his foot crossed the threshold, the mangled bond in my chest gave a violent yank. My wolf felt cornered, snapping back with a feral resistance.My emotions finally hit the breaking point. I lunged forward to snatch the cake from his hands, my voice rising to a shout. "I told you to take it and get out!"Cassian set the cake down and, with a smooth motion, kicked the door shut behind him.The heavy thud of the door sounded like my last exit being sealed off.The next second, he clamped a hand over my wrist—his grip was restrained, yet it held that habitual, Alpha aura he used so effortlessly.His gaze locked onto mine, trying to pierce through every layer of my rejection and armor."I fly halfway across the world to spend your birthday with you, and this is the attitude I get?"My eyes were pinned to the matcha cake on the table.That shade of green felt like a needle in my eye, making

Third Person's POVCassian reached the door, then stopped.The lights inside were dim. Trista stood in the center of the living room, looking brittle and drained, as if her very bones had been hollowed out.She held her scent in a tight, forced grip, but that agonizingly cold restraint still leaked through the cracks, coating the air like a thin layer of frost.Cassian turned back to look at her, a flicker of movement in his eyes.In that split second, his wolf made the choice before his logic could intervene.He doubled back, lunging forward to haul her into his chest—a move as swift as a predatory reclamation.Trista didn't have time to react before his scent brushed against her neck. The mangled mating bond instantly snapped tight, like an old chain being violently yanked, sending a jolt of pain from her chest straight to her throat.Cassian leaned down, his kiss landing softly against her brow."Happy twenty-sixth birthday, Trista," he murmured, his voice muffled.Then he let her