All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Third Person's POVCassian didn't deny it. He gave a slight, measured nod. "We're all adults here; we should know how to weigh the pros and cons. My mother has always adored Trista—she treats her like her own daughter. Between her affection and yours, I truly believe Trista is better off by my side than locked behind iron bars in a prison cell."He dialed back the intensity of his aura just a fraction, but his next words hit harder. "Ironthorn moves fast. If you want to save Trista, I need an answer. Soon."With that, Cassian didn't linger. He turned and walked out of the ward.The second the door clicked shut, the air seemed to vanish from the room.Once he was gone, Attwater was vibrating with a mix of panic and rage, his chest heaving. "Mom, Dad, there has to be another way to get Trista out of there!"Randolph let out a long, heavy sigh, the exhaustion etched deep into his face. "We've tried everything we could think of. Why do you think your mother and I went to him in the first

Trista's POVThis was Los Angeles.This was Ironthorn territory.This was the playground of Cassian and Howard, and everyone who shared their blood.I should have seen this coming a mile away.Night fell fast, and the LA temperature plummeted with it.I stood on the curb, pulling my coat tighter. The white mist of my breath vanished into the air—looking like a wish torn to shreds before it could even hit the ground."Luna Trista—"A car window slid down a short distance away. It was Wynn.I stopped and watched as the car pulled up beside me.After I got in, as we talked, I started piecing together exactly what had gone down inside Ironthorn over the last few days.Alaina had been so blindsided by my arrest that she'd lost control and had to be rushed to the healing center.Fred had gotten into a screaming match with Cassian and they were still in a cold war.Even Wynn had nearly been shipped abroad to "learn some manners."That was how that Alpha wolf operated.On the surface, he prea

Third Person's POVHe seemed to drift for a split second, but his voice remained maddeningly calm. "If you hadn't started making a scene about terminating the bond in the first place, none of this would have escalated to this point."Trista let out a sharp, bitter laugh—one that held no warmth, only a bone-chilling coldness. "So, in your eyes, I'm just supposed to accept being betrayed? I'm supposed to clean up the mess for all of you and carry the full weight of your schemes? Is that it?"Cassian's patience had worn thin. His voice was laced with blatant irritation. "It's not betrayal; it's my past. You are my mate—you were supposed to accept it from the start."The second those words left his mouth, the air in the room felt like it had been set on fire.Trista snapped. Like a fuse reaching a powder keg, she lost all control. She slammed her fists into his chest over and over, every strike fueled by a wolf's primal, suppressed rage. "Why should I have to accept it?! Why the hell shou

Trista's POVI fought with everything I had to keep my emotions from boiling over. I didn't push him away this time; I just gave a small, defeated nod.Every time I cave, it feels like another scar on my heart.Cassian shut the door with a satisfied click and led me toward the kitchen. "Paisley heard you were coming back before the Blood Moon Festival tomorrow. She's been slow-cooking Moonlake fish with Silverthread grass—says it'll help level out your pheromones."Paisley, who was busy in the kitchen, quickly wiped her hands and hurried out. She gave me a respectful Luna bow. "Luna Trista, dinner is almost ready. Please, take a seat and rest. I'll brew you some Primrose tea."Paisley was a senior omega housekeeper from the ancestral Ironthorn estate. She'd been serving the family for over twenty years; she'd watched Cassian and me grow up. She knew the pack rules—and Cassian's mind—better than anyone.It was obvious. Cassian had been betting on the fact that I'd eventually surrender

Trista's POVWrapped in Cassian's arms, I felt completely numb.I tried to force a smile, but my throat was so dry it felt like I'd swallowed sand.I couldn't make a sound. From now on, I wasn't his childhood playmate anymore—the girl who wrestled and bled with him on the pack square, the one who got scolded alongside him for being "wild pups." I wasn't the mate who had sworn her life to him before the Moon Goddess, the she-wolf he'd promised to protect forever.From now on, I was just a she-wolf with a title: Luna Trista.I had to play along. I had to be "reasonable," "understanding," and "forgiving."I wasn't allowed to cry or make a scene. I couldn't afford to break down in front of anyone.My job was to maintain his image as a stable Alpha, to uphold the dignity of Ironthorn, and to tolerate Samantha and her son living comfortably in LA. I had to watch them walk in and out of our house, bringing a scent into our territory that made my wolf want to snap, and I had to act like it wa