All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Third Person's POVWynn, her eyes red and puffy, cut Cassian off by his car."Cassian, do you even realize how she's treated you all these years?" Wynn's voice trembled. "You're the one who broke the vows. You're the one at fault! How can you let her walk away from Ironthorn with absolutely nothing?"Faced with his sister's interrogation, Cassian felt like a giant stone was crushing his chest. He couldn't even breathe.Without a word, he pushed past her, got into the car, and floored it.Wynn gritted her teeth and marched back into the living room, only to hear Wilmot's booming voice. "Cassian is done with that woman. I don't want to see you hanging out with her anymore.""Dad, Cassian is the one who messed up!" Wynn stomped her foot in frustration. "It's bad enough you're taking his side, but you don't get to tell me who my friends are!"Wilmot's tone turned cold and commanding. "When she was the Ironthorn Luna, she had status in this city. Now? She's a nobody."Wynn opened her mouth

Third Person's POVBy noon, Trista arrived at a restaurant near the hospital.Alaina and Wynn had already ordered.Trista looked at Alaina, hesitating for a second. "Alaina, now that the bond is severed, it wouldn't be right for me to call you 'Mom' anymore."Alaina gracefully poured her some juice. "As long as you're comfortable, a title is just a label. Call me whatever you like."Wynn reached out and took Trista's hand, her voice thick with sympathy. "When you left him, why the hell did you walk away with nothing? You should've taken him for everything he's worth."Trista patted her hand and pulled a sleek, black metal card from her purse, sliding it across the table toward Alaina."He forced this on me. The amount in here is... insane. Please, take it back to him."Trista had checked the balance. It was five billion dollars.She used to think the Ironthorn men were just cold and selfish; she never understood how they maintained such a stranglehold on Los Angeles or why they looked

Third Person's POVCassian stared blankly at his phone screen, tapping out a coded message to Trista, "The trap is set."Trista stepped out of the inner office, her voice as cold as ice. "Foreign pressure is strictly prohibited in the intervention room. Miss Fernandez, come in alone."Samantha hesitated, clutching Cassian's sleeve. "Cassian... my mental state is so fragile lately. Can't you ask Miss Holmes to make an exception? I need my mom here.""If you don't have even a basic level of professional trust, you can take your unraveling soul and get the hell off my territory right now." Trista didn't give an inch as she turned back into the room.Samantha froze, embarrassed. "Cassian, I didn't mean it like that...""Samantha," Cassian said, his voice level but carrying the undeniable aura of an Alpha. "She only agreed to save you because I agreed to the severance. If you don't trust her, you should at least trust me."Samantha stared at him. That one sentence—I agreed to the severance

Third Person's POVFred was quick. He immediately spotted the angry red handprint on Wynn's face, and his eyes darkened instantly.He strolled forward, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Can't we just sit down and talk? Wynn's been an adult for a long time, Wilmot. You still think you can handle her like a pup with your claws?"Having backup made Wynn cry even harder. She clutched the back of Fred's shirt, hiding behind him. "Fred, he hit me twice! He's lost his mind!"Fred pulled her into a protective embrace, releasing a wave of calming pheromones. He leaned down, whispering in her ear. "It's okay, baby. Stop crying. When this old wolf gets so weak he can barely hunt, we'll make him wear heavy furs in the summer and send him on ice patrols in the winter. My wolf is keeping a tab for you, I promise."Cassian shot Fred a look for the rebellious "comfort," but his own patience had reached its limit.Wilmot hadn't cooled down at all. He pointed at Wynn and roared at Fred, "You tell me if

Third Person's POVAfter breakfast, Trista cleared the table and headed straight to the healing center.The second she stepped out of her car, she was hit by a wave of cheap perfume mixed with a bitchy, taunting pheromone.Trista felt a physical wave of annoyance. "Samantha, it's way too early for this. Don't make me use my aura to throw you out."Samantha's smile was twisted. "I left my jacket in the treatment room yesterday and just came to grab it. Tell me, Dr. Holmes—now that you're unmated, why does your aura feel even more... aggressive?""You really came all this way just to gloat in my face?" Trista's eyes were ice cold.Samantha stepped closer, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "You saw it yesterday. Cassian's soul is still haunted by me. He admitted it—he tore up your mating just to make room for me."She searched Trista's face for any sign of a crack. "I know it's a tough pill to swallow, but it is what it is.""You're right," Trista nodded, her voice dripping with sar