All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Third Person's POVHumphrey stood there, completely floored. Alaina hadn't expected the couple to look so... "harmonious" either.Wilmot was just as stunned. He leaned in and whispered to his wife, "Looks like that mating bond isn't as trashed as we thought."Taking the hint, Alaina grabbed her husband and steered him back out of the room.Cassian let go of Trista—though he clearly didn't want to—and kept his eyes locked on her like a target.Trista turned to Humphrey, her voice professional and distant. "Help Alpha Cassian back into bed."Humphrey scrambled to obey.Trista then looked at the lead healer. "Are his vitals stable?""Significant soft tissue bruising on the legs," the healer replied. "We're still processing two of the imaging reports. Alpha Wilmot requested we keep him for observation."Trista glanced at Cassian, her expression flat. "His wolf is a tank. An impact like that is a flesh wound at best."The healer shot an awkward look at Cassian.Cassian's face turned thunde

Third Person's POVCassian was about to say something when an impatient knock rattled the door.Before Trista could even stand up, Isaiah pushed his way in, sticking his head into the room.He radiated that signature cold Locke Pack energy, holding a greasy paper bag. "Hey, anyone want some rotisserie chicken?"The second Cassian saw him, his restless wolf flared with pure territorial aggression. His appetite vanished instantly.Isaiah didn't care; he marched right into the VIP suite, tossed the chicken onto the dining table, and pulled up a chair like he owned the place.Seeing Cassian's thunderous expression, Isaiah began talking nonsense with a straight face. "Look, an apology has to be sincere. Words are cheap. Alpha Cassian, you lost a lot of blood and your wolf is weak—you need your protein. These two drumsticks are all yours."Cassian reached out and clamped a hand onto Trista's shoulder. The possessive touch sent waves of Alpha pressure rolling through the small room. His voic

Third Person's POVTrista let out a sharp, self-deprecating laugh. "I've known Isaiah for less than a year, but he only has to glance at me to know when I'm exhausted. No matter how much he hates you, he stayed here watching your IV drip just so I could get some sleep. When I say I'm fine, he's the only one who can smell that I'm faking it. He offered to take me racing because he saw that the air in this room was literally suffocating me.""He sat on that sofa playing games, but he checked on me a hundred times because he could feel my energy shifting. That was his way of looking out for me."She looked directly into his dark gold eyes, her voice steady and lethal. "Cassian, we've known each other for over twenty years. Have you ever actually known me?"Cassian reached out, trying to grab her hand, but she pulled away before he could touch her."I let Elias's son call me 'Mommy' because I lost my own child, and I'm grieving. I can feel the pure kindness in that boy," Trista's voice wa

Third Person's POVCassian watched her in silence for a long moment."I'm sending an omega named Paisley over to handle the day-to-day stuff," he said. "If you need anything, tell her."Samantha stood there, her anxiety manifesting as she nervously picked at her palms.She didn't want a babysitter; she wanted cash that she could use in the L.A. underground.Seeing her plan fall apart, Samantha let her body go limp, collapsing to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.She grabbed the hem of Cassian's pants, the sour, sharp scent of a stressed rogue rolling off her. "Cassian, my head is spinning. I haven't slept in days. I've seen so many regular healers and nothing works. Can't you please ask your Luna, Trista? Ask her to prescribe me something—the kind of meds only a Senior Healer can access."Cassian hesitated, then nodded. "I'll see what I can do."A faint smile touched Samantha's lips. Before leaving, Cassian offered a low, reassuring word. "I've been buried in pack business

Third Person's POVCassian let go of the handle, and the heavy oak door slammed shut, locking Trista inside the kitchen.Trista twisted the metal handle frantically, but Cassian stood outside like a gargantuan beast guarding his territory. He held the door shut with one hand, staying unmoved no matter how hard she threw her weight against it."Cassian, you've already trashed the Ironthorn reputation for Samantha! You're so close to the finish line!" Trista screamed through the wood, her voice thick with desperation."Just sign it, and I swear I'll use every skill I have to stabilize her soul. You can invade her mind however you want—I'll do it for free!"Cassian yanked the door open without warning. A violent wave of Alpha energy, fueled by suppressed rage, hit her like a physical blow.They stood in a standoff in the narrow doorway.Cassian's pupils had shrunk into two shimmering gold slits. A low, guttural warning vibrated in his throat. "If you dare say that one more time, I will m