All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Third Person's POVShe followed up by dusting a layer of black salt over the perimeter of the wounds to insulate the residual aura, preventing the cuts from reopening if his emotions spiked during the night.Finally, she brought out a dark healing salve.The paste smelled of pine resin and wormwood. She used the pads of her fingers to spread the medicine along the edges of the gashes, avoiding the deepest parts and pressing only into the jagged flesh and burn marks. This allowed his natural healing to stabilize rather than letting it flare up into a feverish mess.Cassian's back muscles corded slightly, but he didn't make a sound.Trista reminded him in an even voice, "These two gashes reached the muscle. Don't release your pheromones for the next couple of days, and avoid hot water. Wait until the burn marks fade."She pulled her hand back, making no move to linger.Suddenly, Cassian turned around and caught her wrist. His grip wasn't heavy, but it was enough to stop her in her track

Third Person's POVCassian went quiet for a heartbeat before giving a stiff nod. "Fine. I'll pick you up tonight. We're heading back to the Ironthorn estate together."The cab pulled up to the curb.Trista smoothly reclaimed her arm from his grip, climbed into the car, and left without looking back.Cassian stood there on the sidewalk, watching the taxi merge into the mid-day crawl of LA traffic. He didn't move until his driver cleared his throat, reminding him they were idling.Back in the car, Cassian rolled down the window and lit a cigarette before they even pulled away.His comm-stone flickered to life. He glanced at the screen, saw Samantha's name, and ignored it.Smoke swirled through the cabin, blurring the hard lines of his face.By noon, Trista finally had her parents and Attwater settled into their high-rise apartment downtown.As the elevator doors hissed shut, the protective runes etched into the metal flashed—a silent promise that the outside world and its prying eyes st

Third Person's POVNot long after Trista drove off with Isaiah, Samantha stepped out from the shadows of a pillar near the entrance.She had been standing just far enough away to see everything clearly, but close enough to avoid drawing attention.The moment she saw Cassian's car pull up, Samantha smoothed her expression and hurried toward him.The window slid down, and a wave of cold, restrained energy drifted from the cabin.Cassian looked at her, his first sentence cutting straight to the point, "Where is Trista?"His tone was level, but the underlying pressure was a taut wire ready to snap.Samantha scanned their surroundings to ensure no cameras or passersby were within earshot. She lowered her voice. "Cassian, Trista just left with another man."She paused, letting the weight of the words settle, then added, "I have two things I need to show you. Can I get in so we can talk?"Cassian gave a short nod.Samantha slid into the passenger seat.As soon as she was settled, she started

Third Person's POVThis was the first time Cassian had ever raised his voice at her like that—it was practically unheard of.He knew she was miserable.He knew she had every right to be. But he also knew that if he let her keep drifting like this, the already frayed mating bond between them would snap. Eventually, there wouldn't even be enough left to pull them back together.He pointed a finger at the pile of plush toys near the foyer, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous rumble. "Where did this junk come from?"Trista leaned her elbow on the back of the sofa, propping her head up with her hand. Her expression was so weary she didn't even bother to make her dismissal sound convincing. "Alpha Isaiah won them at a claw machine."Alpha Isaiah.Cassian tilted his head back and took a slow, deep breath, fighting to shove the rising tide of bile back down his throat.At least she was honest about it.His hands balled into white-knuckled fists at his sides, his palms cold.He tried to k

Third Person's POVCassian bit back the Alpha rage simmering in his gut, but his aura turned stone-cold, making the air in the room feel thick enough to choke on."You're just biased against her," he said. "Samantha is an omega. She wouldn't have crossed territory lines to hunt me down unless she was truly desperate."Fred stood up, the playboy smirk he usually wore nowhere to be found. His wolf-eyes were dead serious, locked onto Cassian's. "Look, we grew up together in these woods. So take this as one last warning from a friend: If you keep playing this double game between these two she-wolves, your mating bond with Trista is going to end in a total wreck."Fred didn't stop, his voice gaining a hard edge. "Think back, Cassian. Think about what Trista was like before she was your mate, before she was the 'Luna' of Ironthorn. She was like a silver moon—bright, fearless, totally her own person. She used to own the night. Now look at her. She looks like her soul's been encased in ice."