Todos os capítulos de The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 330

Third Person's POV10:00 AM, Humphrey knocked and entered Cassian's office."Alpha Cassian, we've gone through both of Samantha's phones. No suspicious contacts found."Cassian frustratedly unbuttoned his collar and sank into his chair. "Dig deeper. Don't miss a single detail.""We identified the man she met with," Humphrey added."He's a former super-fan from her influencer days. He's already dropped over four million dollars on her. Now, he's promising a thirty-million-dollar 'relocation fee' to take her out of the country. His only condition? He wants her to bear his heir."Cassian's eyes turned predatory, flashing with lethal intent. "She isn't going anywhere until I have the full truth."Samantha waited for two days.The thirty-million-dollar windfall never came. Instead, she got an ultimatum from her "super-fan." Not only was the relocation deal off the table, but he was threatening to use his connections to claw back every cent of the four million he'd already given her.Backed

Third Person's POVThe two stared each other down from across the table, Cassian's face once again turning to stone."According to pack law, you are still my Luna. Crashing at your parents' place isn't a permanent solution," he said coldly."Once I wrap up this shareholder meeting, I'm coming to bring you home myself."Trista set her fork and knife down. The clatter of metal against porcelain was deafening in the quiet restaurant. "Don't bother. Next week, I'm officially hiring a representative to petition the High Council for a forced severance."Cassian watched her, his eyes unreadable and deep.Then, he shifted his gaze to Sayer, who was sitting right next to her. "Is Elias the one giving you the balls to challenge me like this?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.Trista didn't give him an answer.She wasn't 100% sure even Elias could snap a mating bond, but she had to try to tear these chains off, one way or another.Meanwhile, at the restaurant entrance, Samantha was lead

Third Person's POVTrista met his gaze—a stare so intense it felt like it was physically burning her. She answered him one word at a time, each syllable heavy with the kind of finality that shreds a soul. "I want you to end the bond. Right now."Cassian's grip tightened on her shoulders, his fingers digging into her skin as he forced her to look into his bloodshot eyes. His dark gold pupils were flickering into predatory slits."Trista," he growled. "Who was it that cried under the moon during her first shift, begging me to mark her? Who swore we'd be together for lifetimes? What makes you think this soul-brand—something etched into your very marrow—is just a piece of scrap paper you can throw away?"He had ripped open a memory she viewed as her greatest shame. Inside her, Frost—her wolf—let out a jagged, pained whimper.Even in the middle of this fight, Frost was still greedily drinking in the scent of his dominant, woody pheromones.This betrayal by her own biology nearly broke Tris

Third Person's POV"I don't care how 'elite' his wolf is. I don't want to be his mate, and I'm sure as hell never having his children."Trista's voice was steady, like she'd built a fortress around her soul. "If you want to drag this out, fine. I've already lost everything. Let's see who caves first in this war of attrition."Howard turned a shade of purple, his chest heaving with rage. He slammed his hand down on the armrest, the sound of cracking wood echoing through the hall. "I spent enough territory resources to buy half a state just to get rid of that trashy stray you were obsessed with!"He glared at Trista. "I thought I was getting Cassian a submissive Luna. Instead, he brings back a stubborn brat like you. You're a disgrace to the Ironthorn name!"By the time Cassian arrived, the room was a war zone of violent pheromones.Howard was slumped on the sofa, gasping for air as his aging wolf buckled under the stress.Wilmot was pacing like a rabid animal, snapping at shadows.And

Third Person's POVWilmot slammed his hand on the desk, standing up abruptly. "The Ironthorns has deep roots. Losing a few deals isn't going to shake our foundation. Since Shadowfang wants a war, Cassian, don't show them an ounce of mercy from here on out!"Cassian glanced at his mother to gauge her reaction before speaking. "Dad, Alistair is still Mom's brother. This started because of me; I'll handle it."Alaina looked at her son, a bit surprised.Under Wilmot's elite, "sink or swim" education, Cassian had always been a hardliner.The Ironthorn men believed that in business, there were only winners and losers—emotions were a liability. They were self-centered, decisive, and never looked back.But when it came to their personal lives, these Alphas, one after another, were turning into obsessive lunatics.During lunch hour, Trista got a call from Cassian and stepped outside the healing center.He looked lethal. Without a word, he grabbed her arm and hauled her into the car.Trista imm