Todos los capítulos de The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Trista's POVHe said he was leaving for a week; only three days had passed—why was he back already?He glanced at me as he walked in, said nothing, and went straight into the bathroom.His expression immediately told me something was wrong. He definitely came back for a reason.The sound of the water running seemed to drain the heat from the room, degree by degree.My nose instinctively picked up the residual scent on his outer clothes. The fire and iron were suppressed low, but the top note still carried a scent that wasn't mine. My wolf tightened slightly behind my ribs.I closed my laptop. I stacked the assessment sheets and medical books on the nightstand: pheromone mapping, lunar rhythm logs, and the stable breathing exercises for Mind-Link interference.I leaned back on the pillows and waited for him to come out.His first action upon returning home was always showering. It was a habit so old that I learned to wait—wait for him to dilute the outer layer of pheromones before appr

Trista's POVI yanked my hand away. "Your old flame is waiting for you. Go on."Cassian glanced back at the Day Clinic Tower, then back at me. His fingers clamped my wrist.He pulled me toward the car. "I came to pick you up. We're going to see your parents together."My feet stopped. I froze.This was his standard "de-escalation protocol"—when my emotions flared, he'd turn the situation toward "family"—accompanying me to see my parents, giving expensive gifts, or arranging my life.A sincere apology, confession, or moment of vulnerability never happened.I pulled my hand free. My voice was level. "No need. My parents don't need you to worry."The sentence hit him like a dull nail. He frowned but didn't let go. "I already called Ulva. She made salt-baked sea bass and roasted vegetables. They're waiting. Randolph wanted to try a low-ABV IPA. I brought a few kinds. It won't take long. I'll drop you back at Ironthorn after dinner."His uninvited arrangement angered me, but I didn't want

Trista's POVI didn't actually want to die; I wanted to hurt him.The second the blunt side of the knife hit my neck, my wolf's ears snapped upright.My palm was slick with sweat. The knife handle started to slip.I stared at him, waiting for one single response—"Don't go."Instead, I got his chilling ultimatum.Pain. Despair.My mind suddenly conjured the image of Dad, wearing his reading glasses, still changing figures on blueprints late at night; Mom, looking exhausted during her healing sessions at the healing center.My wolf pulled its claws back. It whispered, "Don't hurt them."My throat felt constricted. The knife tip lost its force—it wasn't surrender. It was the realization that this knife couldn't hurt him. It would only slice through my own clan, my own family.The metal leaving my hand felt weightless, but the sound of it hitting the floor utterly emptied me.I didn't fight back when he hugged me because I was already hollow.I could smell the familiar iron and fire in hi

Trista's POVI woke up in the Ironthorn House bedroom before my alarm. My internal clock yanked me back to consciousness.I washed up, carefully applied band-aids over the marks on my scent gland using a lunar color match, put on light makeup, and dressed in comfortable work attire.The pain was still there, but it didn't stop me from putting myself together.I was no longer the girl I was at seventeen, waiting for him to finish meetings downstairs or posting couple selfies on Insagram.I was no longer the Luna who wore her "love" on her sleeve and her emotions on her face.From today on, I was only responsible for myself.Hayden had warned me last night: there would be a "special case" this morning.I systematically checked the silver needles, moonstone conductor plates, herbal steam pots, and pheromone stabilizer sprays for the healing tower. Only after all the pre-clinic preparations were done did I open my comm-stone.Messages popped up like raindrops—Most of them were from the e

Trista's POV"Ms. Fernandez, in this city, being 'friends' with Alpha Cassian is worth thousands of friends. Don't waste your energy on me."I stepped to the side, preparing to leave. She suddenly reached out, pulling at my forearm. "That's not it, Trista. You misunderstand Cassian and me—"Impatient, I stripped her hand from my uniform sleeve.The next second, she dropped to the marble floor. Her elbow hit the stone with a dull sound.Nearby shifters and human patients immediately clustered around, their eyes wide."Samantha!"He rushed down the hallway, quick and steady, a billing receipt still clutched in his hand.His Alpha footsteps were solid. He knelt down, checking her knee, then her wrist bone.She covered her knee. Tears immediately welled up. "I only wanted to apologize to Trista properly. I didn't expect her to be so angry."He scooped her up in a perfect fireman's carry, turning to look at me. His voice was cold. His aura was shallowly suppressed, yet sharp enough to pric