All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Third Person's POVSamantha locked eyes with Trista, hesitating for a second before dropping a bombshell. "I actually have an idea. The question is, do you have the balls to break a major pack taboo?"Trista raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."Samantha leaned in, her voice dripping with venom. "Go find some random rogue and sleep with him. I'll make sure Cassian walks in on the whole thing. The second he sees his mate being marked by another man, he'll lose his mind. He won't just sever your mating bond—he'll kick you out of the pack so fast your head will spin."Trista let out a cold, dry laugh as she stood up. "Samantha, get real. I want out, but I'm not about to trash my reputation and my dignity just to blow up my life for you. That's a suicide mission, not a plan."Samantha finally snapped. "Oh, cut the 'noble' act! You knew drugging an Alpha was a long shot, but you pushed me to do it anyway. You don't want to leave—you're just full of shit! You're jealous of how much Cassian pr

Trista's POVWhen I clocked out that evening and headed for the staff exit with my coworkers, Cassian's flashiest black sedan was already sitting at the curb.He was leaning against the door, and even from a distance, that high-tier Alpha aura of his was making every werewolf in the vicinity do a double-take.Listening to my colleagues whisper and gush with envy, I had no choice but to drag him aside. "What are you doing here?" I hissed.Cassian just shrugged like it was obvious. "I'm your mate. Is it a crime to pick my wife up from work?"I stared at him, my forehead knotting up.In all the years I'd known him, I'd never heard him use the word "wife" so casually.What was wrong with him?Did Samantha finally figure him out and lock him out of the apartment?I didn't have time to overthink his weird behavior before a coworker waved me over. I tried to brush him off. "I have to work late. I'm heading out on an emergency call with Dr. Halsey. It's a request from another pack, so just go

Third Person's POV"Wait—what do you mean, 'legally speaking'?"Trista caught the nuance in Cassian's voice immediately. She locked eyes with him. "What's the catch?"Cassian was kneeling beside her, focused on applying a specialized healing ointment to the gashes on her hand. "My grandfather had my mother and my uncle with his first Luna," he explained quietly. "After she passed, he marked another she-wolf from the Tudor family. Alistair was the son from that second union—my mother's half-brother."Trista's jaw dropped. "You're saying the head of the Shadowfangs is actually..."Cassian reached up and gently tilted her chin to close her mouth, a reflexive, almost tender gesture."Their pack was short on male heirs," he continued. "To keep the alliance strong, my grandfather let his youngest son take his mother's last name and take over the Tudors' business."Trista still didn't get it. "If you guys are blood relatives, why does Alvin look at you like you're a home intruder?"Cassian k

Third Person's POVIsaiah pointed at the circle of incense arranged like a cult ritual, his claws practically popping out from sheer rage. "Cassian! You call this a sleep aid? You might as well just drag me out to the pack barrens and bury me alive!"Cassian sat on the edge of the bed with an air of cold, dictatorial confidence, the candlelight flickering in his dark eyes. "Lie down. Close your eyes."Isaiah clutched the pillow Trista had given him—the one embroidered with the Ironthorn crest—and huddled in the doorway, looking absolutely terrified.Just then, the doorbell rang.Isaiah practically scrambled over himself to get to the door, his phone flashlight waving wildly in the dark.Trista was standing there, squinting at the pitch-black apartment. "Isaiah? Did you blow a fuse?"Isaiah grabbed Trista's arm like she was a lifeline. "Hey! Cassian just stormed in here, cut the power, and was about to use me as a werewolf sacrifice in the bedroom!"Cassian stepped out of the shadows,

Third Person's POVSamantha let out a dry, angry laugh and stood up.Her emotions were a mess, and it showed—her scent spiked with the sharp, acidic tang of a cornered rogue."Alaina, you were the one who invited me to this meeting," Samantha snapped. Her pupils narrowed into predatory slits, a flash of feral rage behind them. "I might not have your status, but I'm not here to beg for handouts."Alaina didn't even move. She let her aura flare just enough to shove Samantha's messy pheromones right back down her throat.She sat there, hands folded, her voice smooth and cold. "I have a way to make Cassian and Trista kill that mating bond for good. I'm basically clearing the runway for you to land. Now, it just depends on whether you can tuck your claws in and follow orders."Samantha's eyes darted back and forth.She looked at Alaina and saw a calculated old she-wolf in designer clothes, playing a very dangerous game."If I play along," Samantha asked, her voice dropping as she looked fo