Semua Bab The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Bab 191 - Bab 200

Third Person's POVTrista tapped into the last drop of her fading strength, wrenching herself out of Cassian's suffocating Alpha embrace.She had convinced herself that her soul, after being crushed and picked apart so many times, was too numb to feel anything.But hearing Cassian's cold, authoritative taunts sent a fresh wave of spasms through her wolf.Every single step she had taken toward this man had cost her blood.She had stripped away her pride as a Silverlight descendant; she had lost the girl she used to be.She'd gone from an innocent pup to a she-wolf forced to harden in a swamp of lies, growing defensive thorns where her heart used to be.She grieved for her past self, loathed her current body, and was absolutely terrified of a future she couldn't see.Holding onto the back of the cold dining chair, Trista took a single step before the world tilted. Her head exploded in a dizzying fog, and the mating bond—shaken by the psychic wall between them—shuddered violently. She co

Trista's POVIt was exactly 8:00 PM. I was running on fumes, but I managed to keep it together, gracefully hooking my arm through Cassian's as we stepped into the Shadowfang gala.The host, Alpha Forrest, practically lunged at us, his voice dripping with a mix of awe and flattery."Alpha Cassian, Luna Trista! What an honor. Having the Ironthorn leadership here tonight really takes this event to the next level."Cassian played the part of the perfect gentleman. He offered a firm, professional handshake. "Forrest, you're too kind. We wouldn't miss a Shadowfang event for the world."His large hand tightened around mine as he led me into the heart of the ballroom.I watched as the other wolves started swarming us, shamelessly pushing out their pheromones to get in his good graces. I took the opportunity to slide my hand out of his grip and retreated to the shadows at the edge of the room.After three years of mating, I knew my role: I was just a piece of high-end decor on his map of power

Third Person's POVAfter the way Fred had torn Samantha apart in front of the entire room, followed by the relentless mockery from the high-born wolves, Cassian's heart was likely bleeding for her.Trista knew exactly how he operated. Right now, he was probably hidden away in some quiet corner, doing everything in his power to soothe his traumatized omega. He wouldn't have a single thought to spare for his Luna in name only."So, you're the one? Cassian's Luna?"Near the shadow-drenched pillars at the exit, Madison Poole stepped out to block Trista's path.Trista slowed to a stop, giving a faint, clinical nod. Her expression was as stagnant as a dead pool of water.Madison's eyes raked over her, dripping with a brand of jealousy that only comes from someone insecure about their own bloodline. "Don't think a pretty face keeps you in that seat forever," Madison sneered. "In our world, a title is just a piece of paper if you can't hold onto your man. The only woman branded into Cassian's

Third Person's POVTrista's sharp, final question hit the room like a localized explosion.Instantly, the air was flooded with the agitated pheromones of the high-ranking wolves present.The noble she-wolves nearby traded scandalous looks, their hushed whispers swirling through the hallway like a growing storm.Samantha felt the floor falling out from under her. Her low-level omega scent grew sour and erratic with panic. She scrambled forward, trying to wrap herself back in her cloak of innocence."Luna Trista, please... don't be angry, you're misunderstanding everything!" she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I had a feminine emergency. My cycle started early and I ruined my clothes. Alpha Cassian was only being a gentleman, stepping in to help someone in need."Trista let out a sharp, cold snort. Inside her, the wolf that had been dormant for so long let out a low, guttural snarl.She looked at Samantha, her voice like ice shards grinding together. "Since you're such a 'dear fri

Third Person's POVCassian's gaze cut through the crowd, locking onto Fred, who stood strategically behind a line of pack guards.Fred didn't flinch. His eyes were bright with pure provocation. "Yeah, I'm the one who called in the Ironthorn reinforcements. Go ahead—see if you can get your old man to ship me off and lock me up again like last time."Cassian looked down, a heavy silence settling over him for a long beat.Finally, he turned his head toward Samantha, his voice a flat, emotionless line. "Go. Head back."Samantha looked like she'd just been handed a stay of execution. She started edging toward the exit, her movements small and frantic.But Howard's beta, Brooke, stepped forward, his arm forming an immovable barrier. "I'm afraid you aren't going anywhere tonight, Miss Fernandez."The color drained from Samantha's face instantly.Like a cornered prey animal, she shot a pleading, terrified look at Cassian. "Cassian... I'm scared..."Cassian glanced at Trista. A flicker of hesi