Todos os capítulos de The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Third Person's POVCassian stood among the crowd of parents in his black business suit, his tall frame and stoic, controlled aura making him impossible to miss.He was down on one knee, tying Algernon's shoelaces with a focus that was unusually patient.Once finished, he ruffled the boy's hair and scooped him up into his arms, his voice dropping into a natural, low rumble. "Mom's tied up with work today and couldn't make it."He paused. "Tell me what you want for dinner tonight."Algernon leaned against his shoulder, his eyes suddenly lighting up. He pointed a small hand across the street."Trista!"Cassian's gaze followed the boy's finger.Trista was standing there in the fading twilight.Her tall figure was wrapped in an off-white coat, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like polished silk, the ends curling slightly.Across the short distance, their eyes locked.For a heartbeat, the air shifted.Trista's expression didn't flicker.She raised her phone with a steady, clinical

Third Person's POVTrista looked up at Cassian, her voice crystal clear and cuttingly cold. "I'm only here today to give you a warning. In three days, at the Council of Elders' termination hearing, if you dare to show up late, I won't just make sure you can't hold your head up in LA—I'll make sure that she-wolf you care about so much is branded as a 'homewrecker' forever. It'll be a stain she can never wash off, a reputation she'll never outrun."With that, she turned and walked away. Her pace was brisk, devoid of any hesitation.Cassian stood rooted to the spot. He didn't chase after her.His pheromones were pulled in tight, but the slight tremor in his fingertips betrayed the fact that he was anything but calm.The door to the private room swung open, and Fred strolled out. He reached into Cassian's suit pocket, snatched the pink diamond ring, and shoved it into Wynn's hands. "Go. Give this to Trista. See if she'll even take it."Wynn clutched the small box and chased after Trista,

Third Person's POVThe air in the conference room turned brittle instantly.Trista's eyes narrowed, her guard slamming up. "Once you sign those termination papers, that evidence won't have a reason to exist anymore."Cassian rose slowly from his chair. He rounded the long table and stopped right in front of her.Planting one hand on the edge of the table, he leaned in, his Alpha aura crowding her space until he was inches from her face, locking onto her eyes."Evidence first."The words were bone-cold, devoid of any emotional flicker. "Or we're done here."He was holding his pheromones on a tight leash, but the serrated edges of his power still scraped against her senses.Trista snapped, the provocation lighting a fire in her. She stood up abruptly. "Cassian, don't push your luck!"She knew exactly why she had the leverage to sit across from him—it was because she held the receipts on him and that she-wolf.If she handed them over now, a man with the resources of the Ironthorn Alpha w

Third Person's POVHumphrey stepped in with a perfectly timed explanation. "It was your cousin, Emlen, who pointed the finger at you. He told the cops that you instructed him to steal trade secrets from my phone and sell them to a competitor."Trista froze. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured down her spine, chilling her to the bone.Only one thing was clear: Cassian was officially pulling the trigger. He wasn't letting her go.Humphrey, usually so careful with his words, couldn't help but add, "I called the police the second it happened, but there has to be a misunderstanding. Maybe you should just talk to Alpha Cassian and clear the air?""Talk to him?" Trista let out a low, humorless laugh.She'd rather rot in a human holding cell than go back to that "cage" he called a mating.That was where her wolf truly suffocated.She hadn't touched Humphrey's phone, and she knew it.She had a clean conscience, and she put her faith in the Alliance and the law—not in a mate who

Third Person's POVThe woman blocking the car was tall, wrapped in an oversized trench coat, her features sharp under the winter sun.After months of plastic surgery and "touch-ups," her face was undeniably refined—her nose straighter, her jawline more defined.She was prettier now, but she carried an air of over-processed perfection that felt brittle and staged. She was a far cry from the raw, unpolished girl she used to be.The car came to a smooth halt, and the rear window slid down.Samantha instinctively glanced at the Ironthorn gates. Facing the family crest and the armed guards, her omega instincts flared with a flicker of raw fear.She quickly masked it, putting on her best "fragile" face. "Cassian, I called you so many times but you never picked up. I didn't know where else to go."Cassian's tone was flat. "What is it?"Samantha lowered her voice, testing the waters. "Can I get in? I don't feel right talking about this out here."Cassian hesitated for a beat before nodding. T