บททั้งหมดของ The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: บทที่ 341 - บทที่ 350

Third Person's POVFred turned to her and asked, "Cassian is digging in his heels despite the pressure from both Ironthorn and Shadowfang. Do you think, deep down, he might actually still love you?"Trista stared straight ahead, her eyes as hollow as a wasteland."It's not love," she said, cutting through the delusion with cold logic. "He won't let go because of his Alpha possessiveness. He wants to keep controlling me, to break me until I'm exactly who he wants me to be."Fred watched her. "You've followed him for so many years. Are you sure you want to erase it all?"Trista didn't say a word; she just gave a heavy, decisive nod.It was the look of someone pushed to the edge. "I regret loving him. I regret becoming his mate. I want to tear that bond into pieces."Fred sighed. "If you're hurting, talk to me. Don't carry it all alone. If a wolf stays bottled up too long, it goes feral."Trista turned toward him, her eyes so bloodshot they looked like they were bleeding.She forced a bi

Third Person's POVTrista shoved him back with everything she had. "Cassian, when I was at my lowest, I cried until I blacked out in my dorm room all alone. You think this little pain you're feeling is anything compared to what I went through?"Cassian looked like he’d been struck by lightning. He lunged forward, hauling her back into his arms, his voice bordering on a panic attack. "I'm sorry... I was wrong! I'm so sorry!"He couldn't even let his mind go there—thinking about a healer who had just lost her baby and been abandoned by her mate, rotting away in a foreign country through those freezing nights.Trista struggled to get free, but Cassian only held her tighter, clutching her like she was his last lifeline in a storm."Trista, I'll do it. I'll sign the papers."He finally said it. His voice was small, filled with a desperate, pleading humility. "Can we... can we just start over? Please?"Trista went completely still in his arms.Once the words sank in, she pushed him back so

Third Person's POVTrista set down her silver fork, her tone turning blunt and jagged. "Cassian, did it ever occur to you that I barely touch the food whenever we come to these fancy places? I hate the food here. Every time I finish playing the part for you, I have to go home and find something real to eat."Cassian's expression soured. He stared at the expensive, untouched entree."I only sat here and pretended to enjoy it because you liked it," Trista said with a bitter laugh. "But you're not worth the performance anymore. I hate this place. Every bite feels like a waste of my time."Cassian's hand gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white.He looked down and took a deep breath, avoiding her overly perceptive gaze. When he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot."If you don't have an appetite, don't force it," he said, his voice hoarse. "At least try the matcha truffles. You used to beg for those."The corners of Trista's mouth curled into a cold smirk. "Did you fo

Third Person's POVHe buried his head deep into the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the scent of herbs and cool rain before it vanished forever.His voice was small, stripped of all pride. "Just let me hold you. Just for a second."Trista's struggling slowly died down.Cassian tightened his grip, his nails almost digging into her clothes.If he could, he would have frozen time right there—anything to stop the clock from hitting nine and ending his world.Feeling the air squeezed out of her, Trista gave a sharp, low warning. "Cassian. That's enough."Her blatant disgust hit him like a poison needle to the spine.He remembered a time, back in that freezing bedroom, when he'd thrown that exact same phrase at a bright-eyed Trista who just wanted to be near him. "That's enough."He finally understood: being treated like a burden by your mate felt like having your heart torn out by a predator's teeth.Cassian let go, his hands stiff. The bloodshot corners of his eyes looked raw in the

Third Person's POVThey stood inches apart. Trista looked away, avoiding those dark gold eyes that were practically screaming his undying devotion.She didn't bother arguing with his vague promises. She just tapped her watch. "The Priestess is heading to lunch. Let's get moving."Cassian stared at her, a wave of panic hitting him. He had this gut feeling that once they stepped through those doors, some things would be lost forever.Ignoring the curious looks from the crowd, he pulled her into one last, careful embrace.Trista patted his back, treating him like an agitated puppy. "Come on, Cassian. It's just end the mating. It's not like we're never seeing each other again. Don't be so dramatic."Cassian slowly let go.They shared one last look before he took her hand, and together they stepped into the marble silence of the Altar.The last Monday of May, 11:45 AM, it was over.The two of them walked out of the hall together.Trista hadn't expected it to go so smoothly.She held up the