Semua Bab The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Bab 261 - Bab 270

Third Person's POVGeorgia leaned in close, her voice a low, desperate hiss. "You've spent years setting the stage for this. Are you really ready to go back to being a nobody? Just another stinking, nameless rogue?"Samantha felt like a pack of wolves was tearing through her brain. The pressure was suffocating.She slumped over the steering wheel, taking a long minute to catch her breath.There was no way she was letting go.The rotting memories of the slums came flooding back—how her mother would wait until after dark to scavenge for bruised, moldy fruit at the market just to save two dollars.How they'd spend all night carving away the decay just to find a single bite of good fruit.Growing up, she and her brother had never even seen a whole apple.Then there was the academy—how those high-society she-wolves had called her a "thieving little peasant" just because she'd "borrowed" a pair of dance shoes.That nightmare of bullying only ended once she learned how to use her beauty as a

Third Person's POVTrista knelt halfway beside Georgia. With a practiced flick, she slid a small black bobby pin from her own hair.She leaned down, her warm breath ghosting over Georgia's ear. Her voice was a whisper meant only for the two of them, but it carried a chill that made the older woman's soul shudder."Your daughter stole my mate. She shredded my mating bond. And now she's trying to strip me of my dignity in the middle of the street.""As a healer, I know exactly where a werewolf's weak spots are."Trista's eyes tracked the back of Georgia's trembling neck. Her fingertips hovered just above the sensitive scent glands at the base of the skull. "If I aim this pin just two millimeters off, your wolf dies instantly. I promise you'll never feel the Goddess's light again. You'll spend the rest of your life as a vegetable, paralyzed in a bed like a dog with a snapped spine.""Don't blame me. If you want someone to blame, look at your precious daughter."The second the tip of the

Third Person's POVAt the Ironthorn estate, Alaina slammed a report onto the side table, her voice icy. "Trista is in and out of the Shadowfang packhouse every single day. She's even getting personal access to Alistair during his rut cycles. Why was this kept from us? This is a massive liability."Cassian sat across from his parents, his face half-hidden in the shadows, looking hollow and defeated."The Shadowfangs and the Gilberts have a history, sure, but the Ironthorn Pack isn't at war with them," Cassian said coldly."Trista is treating Alistair for insomnia because grandpa requested her. It's not going to blow up in our faces."Howard tapped his cane on the floor. "Bad blood needs an outlet. Since Alistair trusts Trista, let her be our eyes and ears. See if she can't smooth things over between our packs."Cassian stood up abruptly. "Grandpa, she's in over her head. Trista shouldn't be a pawn in some territory dispute.""How do you know she can't handle it if you don't let her try

Third Person's POV"Trista is spreading lies," Samantha hissed. "She's telling everyone I'm just some low-rent rogue you keep on a leash—a pathetic she-wolf who does nothing but break up mating and seduce Alphas. Now, people look at me like I'm trash, and they've even dragged you into their filthy rumors."Cassian didn't flinch. His breathing didn't even skip a beat.He cut through her accusations with a single, cold question, "And what does any of that have to do with you almost dying today?"Samantha scrambled forward, nearly falling off the hospital bed in her desperation. Her voice was a broken plea. "Cassian, I know I was out of line with Trista the other day. I spoke without thinking. I just wanted to buy her flowers to ask for her forgiveness—to beg her to stop using her rank to suffocate me and ruin my life."Tears began to well up as she curled into a ball of fear. "But Trista made me stand in that hallway for everyone to gawk at, and then she gave Isaiah the signal to take m

Third Person's POVTrista let out a sharp laugh. "So that whole act last night was just because you were worried you'd have no one to play the part of the happy wife today?"Cassian shook his head, a rare look of exhaustion in his eyes. "I meant every word I said. If you truly hate those events, I won't force you to go.""Then I'm not going," Trista said, cutting him off cleanly.Cassian swallowed his disappointment and didn't push.Instead, he pulled a hair tie from his pocket and held it out to her."I saw the one on your sink was broken this morning, so I picked up a new one. It's got that bow you like."Trista didn't take it."Cassian, it's not that I like bows. I cherished the old one because it came from my Cassian. That's the only reason it mattered."Cassian stared into her eyes, his heart skipping a beat."Trista," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. He thought, "for a second, she was finally softening."But her next words hit him like a bucket of ice water."But the v