All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Third Person's POVWilmot was shaking with pure rage, his finger nearly poking Cassian's nose as he roared, "You're the Alpha of Ironthorn, for god's sake! And yet you're willing to flush your entire reputation down the toilet for a rogue? You are absolutely beyond saving!"Cassian stood in the center of the hall, his face a mask of stone. "You can scream at me all you want, but Samantha was dragged into this. She's innocent."Samantha huddled closer to Cassian, her eyes darting around the room, her heart hammering so hard it felt like it would crack her ribs.She knew the stakes—now that they were at Howard's estate, she had to play her cards right. This was her one shot to force these elders to acknowledge her.Gathering what little courage she had, Samantha edged forward a few steps until she was standing before Howard.She put on her best "martyr" face. "Howard, even if you're going to punish me, please... at least let me speak."Before anyone could shut her down, she rushed to ex

Trista's POVCassian pushed away the omegas trying to bandage his head. Every step he took toward Howard was heavy with a lethal kind of resolve."Grandfather," his voice was a raw, gravelly rasp, but it didn't waver. "Six years ago, you used every dirty trick in the book to tear us apart and ship her halfway across the world. This time, I'm not letting you take her from me. Not again."As he said it, I felt our mating bond twitch, like someone was pulling on a loose thread.He must have felt the vibration too, because his head snapped toward me, his dark, complicated gaze searching for me in the corner of the room.I stayed back in the shadows, letting the dim light mask whatever was left of my expression.I stood there like a ghost—a total stranger to the scene.Howard was shaking with a fury so intense his cane rattled against the floor. He took two aggressive steps forward, his voice a senile roar that echoed off the high ceilings. "If she dares to spit on a mate-bond witnessed by

Third Person's POVCassian lunged toward Howard, violently pulling Trista up from the cold floor. A volatile, suffocating Alpha aura radiated from him."Grandfather," his voice was a raw rasp that left no room for argument. "I am protecting Samantha and Algernon, period. But if you think I'm dissolving my mating with Trista, you're dead wrong. It's not happening."Alaina stood nearby, her eyes frozen over with disdain. "If you insist on playing savior to that rogue and her brat, you must break the mating. You don't get both.""Mom!" Cassian lost it, a strangled roar escaping his throat.Samantha shrunk into the shadows, her head bowed in humiliation.She knew exactly what was happening. Cassian was only acting this protective because he felt he owed her—he didn't want Howard to finish her off like he tried to six years ago.But it was also clear as day that Cassian had developed a desperate, clawing attachment to Trista. Even with his entire family hunting him down, he refused to let

Third Person's POVTrista's back had been shredded by a ritual whip soaked in wolfsbane, and she had spent the entire night kneeling in the wake of that agonizing torture.Every drop of color had drained from her face, and her very bones were vibrating from sheer exhaustion.She slowly lifted her heavy eyelids. Her gaze flickered past the two men and finally landed on Cassian.Those eyes, which used to be filled with nothing but him, were now a wasteland of gray ash. Not a single spark remained.Her bloodless lips parted, and her voice was a ghostly whisper. "I'm fine... Just go. Go take care of her."Cassian felt an invisible hand crush his heart. A wave of suffocating nausea hit him so hard that his hand—the one reaching for her—froze mid-air. He couldn't move another inch.Trista then turned to Fred. Her lips trembled, but before she could say a word, her eyes welled up with hot tears.Fred scooped her up with infinite care. "Trista, listen to me," he said, his voice hard as flint.

Trista's POVCassian didn't answer. He just tightened his grip, pulling me even harder against him.I knew him too well. As the ruler of this territory, even if I wanted to leave, he would never let go—not willingly.We were stuck in this loop, and the conversation had reached its dead end.Inside the quiet room, Cassian held me in silence.I let him. I didn't struggle, I didn't scream, and I didn't shed a single tear. I'd moved past that.I realized tonight that the reason he was refusing to break the mating, the reason he wouldn't give Samantha a title, was actually to protect her.He knew Howard's ruthless streaks better than anyone and was terrified of the old man's next move.Samantha's "life-saving" act back in college gave her a permanent saint-like filter in his eyes.Add to that six years of wandering and a son who carried his "bloodline," and he was drowning in guilt.But even all that weight wasn't enough to make him blow up his life for them. It meant Samantha didn't have