All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Third Person's POVThe second Trista reached the pack boundary, Alistair's gravelly voice cut through a mind-link directly to Abbott, "Get her out of here. Make sure no one catches her scent on the way out."A moment later, the two stood beside the mud-splattered heavy-duty SUV."Miss Holmes," Abbott said softly, "I'll be trailing you in my car to make sure you get back to your den safe and sound.""Did your Alpha get bitten while patrolling the border?" Trista asked out of nowhere, her gaze as sharp as a scalpel.Abbott's head snapped down. His muscles locked up instantly, and he went as silent as a stone wall.Trista knew she'd smelled the truth.She stared Abbott down, her voice taking on the professional authority of a high-tier healer. "How bad is it, Abbott? Don't give me that PR garbage you feed the humans. Tell me the truth."Abbott glanced around cautiously, making sure no one was listening, before lowering his voice. "Miss Holmes, you know his temperament. He's the spine of

Third Person's POVCassian went rigid, the very last thread of his restraint snapping.Wynn was powerless to stop a top-tier Alpha in a total tailspin. She could only watch as he tore through the closet like a trapped beast."She spent six months of her salary to buy you those cufflinks, and you didn't even look at them. Do you have any idea how much that hurt her?"Wynn's voice was thick with tears. "You ignored her when she was right in front of you, and now you're putting on this act? For who? Grow up, Cassian!""Shut up!" Cassian whipped around, snarling.The corners of his eyes were a bloody red, but his expression was stuck in a state of delusional high. "She's just trying to get a rise out of me. She's waiting for me to beg. She'll come back. She has to!"Wynn felt a wave of hopelessness wash over her. He was living in a fantasy.She backed toward the door, her voice turning cold. "Grandpa said you have to visit him tonight. No more excuses."Before leaving, she pulled Paisley

Third Person's POVTrista knew exactly what this man was capable of when he went feral. There was no point in a head-on collision right now—she'd only lose.She ground her teeth, reminding him, "Cassian, we're separated. You have zero right to give me orders.""I'm already the villain in your story anyway." Cassian didn't seem to care."If I wanted to, I could find a dozen ways to make you disappear from this territory right now."The air in the room turned thick and heavy.Only when Trista finally stopped fighting did the lethal edge in Cassian's eyes begin to soften.He held his breath, his movements becoming incredibly gentle as he fastened the necklace. He even reached out to smooth her tangled hair.Gripping her chin, he forced her to look into the dark depths of his eyes, his voice as solemn as a blood oath: "Trista, promise me. You will never take this off as long as you live."When she met him with silence, Cassian lost his restraint again, pulling her into a crushing, despera

Third Person's POVTrista slapped Madison.That slap didn't just carry a sting; it hit a major nerve cluster with surgical precision.For a split second, a flicker of the cold, cutting energy unique to high-tier Healers leaked from Trista's fingertips—a power that could literally dissect a soul. It tore right through Madison's defenses, snapping her arrogant face to the side.Madison clutched her throbbing cheek. She was completely dazed by a pain so deep it actually messed with her wolf's healing factor.Trista stared her down, her usually warm eyes now frozen over. "Try me again, and I won't just be bruising your ego—I'll be going for the glands in your neck. You owe me a new phone."With that, she dialed back the razor-sharp aura she'd released and walked toward the clinic without looking back.She had let Samantha slide because it helped her get the divorce papers signed, but Madison? Madison actually thought she was some defenseless stray anyone could take a bite out of.Madison

Third Person's POVCassian took an umbrella from a pack guard and held it over Trista. "It's pouring. Let me walk you to the car."Isaiah let out a dry scoff. He stripped off his expensive jacket and draped it over Trista's head to shield her from the rain himself.Cassian stood frozen in the downpour, holding his useless umbrella. He watched as Trista stayed close to Isaiah, the two of them jogging toward the sports car.Just then, a black Lincoln pulled up behind them.An omega from the Ironthorn estate stepped out and bowed slightly. "Alpha Cassian, Howard is waiting for you at the main house. He demands you return immediately."Cassian pulled his gaze away from the retreating taillights and got into the car without a word.Inside the sports car, Trista was busy checking Isaiah's face. "Are you sure nothing's broken?"Isaiah gave her a sly, mischievous grin. "I didn't try to go toe-to-toe with him in a real fight. I just got under his skin and annoyed the hell out of him. Trust me,