《The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love》全部章節：第 271 章 - 第 280 章

Trista's POVCassian's dark eyes were pinned on me.Even with the entire room watching the drama unfold, he managed to maintain that final, rigid layer of Alpha dignity."Dad, Mom," he said, his voice so steady it was impossible to find a crack in the mask. "Trista is Alistair's lead healer. Her session must have just ended, and she escorted Alistair here to meet up with us."It was a reach, but it worked. It smoothed things over just enough to keep the peace.The murderous looks from Wilmot and the others faded slightly, and the wave of gossip was temporarily suppressed by Cassian's bulletproof composure.Cassian stepped up to me, his hand clamping firmly around my wrist. He pulled me toward him with a quiet, undeniable strength."You're tired," he murmured. "I'll take it from here." He reached out and took the handles of the wheelchair from my hands.I was actually surprised.Cassian was being too calm. No interrogation, no accusations—not even a spike of angry pheromones.I'd expec

Trista's POVAlaina, who had been watching the chaos from the sidelines, finally spoke up. "Tonight, as a member of the Ironthorns, Trista ditched her own mate to hang out with my half-brother."She shot me a sharp look, her tone cutting. "She pushed Alistair's wheelchair right in front of every pack in LA, making us the subject of every dirty rumor in the city. It's an absolute embarrassment to the Ironthorn name."She paused, turning toward Howard at the head of the room to deliver the killing blow. "Dad, she clearly has zero respect for pack rules or her elders. She isn't fit to stand by Cassian's side. Why don't you make the call? Have them sever the bond tonight."The second the words were out, Cassian's voice boomed through the room. "Mom, shut up! Enough with the bullshit!"He stepped in front of me, his voice vibrating with a manic energy that filled the living room. "How many times do I have to say it? I am never breaking the bond with Trista. Don't even think about it!"I st

Trista's POVThe next morning, I slipped out of the apartment early while Cassian was stuck in the study handling pack logistics.By 9:00 AM, he still managed to track me down at my office.He set a takeout coffee and some pastries on my desk, looking all business. "I'm heading to the airport soon. Call me if you run into any trouble."I didn't even look up from my charts. I just threw out a casual jab: "Your lover's mother is still lying in the inpatient ward. Aren't you going to pay your 'respects' before you leave?"Cassian's face fell instantly. I could see the spark of rage he'd been trying to suppress starting to flare up again.I took the hint and shut my mouth; there was no point in further provoking a wolf who was already on the edge of snapping.He stared at me for a long time, that suffocating, possessive streak of his starting to show.Without warning, he pulled me into a crushing hug, as if he needed to physically confirm that I still belonged to him."Trista, stop with t

Third Person's POVThat morning, she had lied to his face, telling him she was pulling an overnight shift at the healing center.He hadn't expected to double back and find his home crawling with other high-tier males, yet he hadn't exploded in public.This unnatural calm of his made her skin crawl with unease.The dinner table was a battlefield: five grown men, one Trista, and a thick fog of competing pack pheromones.Isaiah took the lead, pouring a glass for Alistair. "Alpha Alistair, don't hold back. Drink up. Treat this place just like home."Fred chimed in, grinning. "Yeah, Alpha Alistair, drop by whenever you want. Don't be a stranger."Cassian sat like a statue, his expressionless eyes fixed on Isaiah and Fred.These two were acting like they owned the lease.Seeing Attwater avoid the fish on his plate, Cassian spoke up, his tone parental. "Attwater, you're still growing. Don't be a picky eater."Attwater gave Cassian a look of pure disgust before pointedly grabbing a rib instea

Trista's POVCassian rolled out of bed and picked up the duvet that had slid to the floor.He stood over me, looking down with a smug, predatory glint in his eyes. "You didn't overreact like this the first time we slept together three years ago."He sat back on the edge of the bed and tucked the covers around my chest, his gaze locked onto my face. "If I can't mark you yet, does that mean I'm not even allowed to hold my own mate while I sleep?"I felt like there was a hidden trap in his words, but I was too overwhelmed to figure out what it was.8:30 AM, at the healing center, I locked my office door and pulled a fist-sized Moonstone from the back of my safe.This stone is hyper-sensitive to a werewolf's life frequency; high-level healers like me use it to check bloodline purity.My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I took a deep breath and pressed my palm against the cold crystal, guiding my energy into it.The silver stone reacted instantly. A flash of piercing crimson exploded deep insi