Semua Bab The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Trista's POVI woke up in his arms this morning.His body heat was still lingering on my chest. The mating bond was stretched thin, like an overdrawn silver thread, giving off a light tap-tap sound between my bones.When two wolves are close, that line self-stitches temporarily, like a quick fix after the rain, but it could tear again at any second.I pushed up from his arm, disgusted. My pheromones almost surged out.I fiercely suppressed my breath, keeping my scent clean so he couldn't smell my mood.The comm-stone was cold. I checked the time—Thursday, just past eight a.m. He hadn't even left for the packhouse meeting yet.He came back very late last night. I knew the reason—taking care of Samantha.My wolf let out a soft sound in my mind. Its ears fell again. Closeness provided temporary relief from the mating bond's pain, but it wasn't forgiveness. It was just an automatic physiological repair.I moved his hand from my waist and sat up. His residual scent in the sheets made my st

Trista's POVI stood silently, without interjecting.Having been mated to Cassian for three years, I clearly understood their insistence on order.Though Howard was elderly and no longer the acting Alpha, his word was law.Wilmot was extremely devoted to Howard, never defied the elder generation, and was unusually strict with Cassian.Alaina had the most compassion, but little actual influence.Cassian and Wynn, no matter how public their profile was, had to adhere to pack rules back home.As for me—the never-fully-accepted "daughter of a fallen Alpha," the Luna of Ironthorn—there was no need to elaborate.I straightened my spine, containing my aura tightly within my bones.My back-neck gland gave a faint prick. I suppressed the sting, not letting my emotions show.Cassian was groomed personally by his grandfather Howard and father Wilmot to be the pack heir. In many ways, he was a mirror of both elders.If it weren't for the scandal he caused—the need to appease my anger and the fear

Trista's POVHe froze, his breath still scorching my neck."That's right, calm down," I whispered, trying to coax him into taking me to the healing center."Cassian—" I started, but he suddenly bent his head, his mouth aggressively claiming mine.I tried to pull away. My arms braced against his chest, my knuckles trembling. But I wasn't fighting one person now—I was fighting two wolves: his wolf, my wolf, and the mating bond that relentlessly tugged at my bones."Let go of me..." I locked down my scent, forcing my breathing shallow, trying to suppress my instinct.But the drug worked like fine salt. The more I pressed, the deeper it permeated. The mark turned into tiny, hot needles, stinging my neck gland in waves.He lifted his head. His pupils contracted into vertical slits. Silver-gray light surged from the depths of his eyes.The next second, his fangs slipped from his lips, flashing coldly.Before I could pull back, his aura crashed down, an invisible pressure that pushed the air

Cassian's POVThe pressure in the study dropped suddenly, as if crushed down another level.Howard sat behind the long table. Wilmot and Gamma Ares stood on either side.The Stone Circle emblem on the wall reflected a cold light.I stood in front of the table. My fists were clenched at my sides, my knuckles white.The burn from the wolfsbane whip still scorched my back. A vein throbbed at my temple. My eyes were red from a sleepless night.I fiercely contained my aura deep within my bones, leaving only the thinnest layer to prevent this room from turning into an outright suppression scene.Wilmot's expression was grim. His Alpha edge was undisguised. "You are the sole heir of Ironthorn. Every action you take affects the pack's future. If she insists on working, she will join Simmons Group. Otherwise, she will produce a pup for the pack immediately and return to her duties here. She is not a regular member. She is the Luna."I compressed my breath another inch, keeping my aura from rea

Trista's POVThe reflection of white and green flashed across the car window. I realized we were already heading toward downtown LA.The city streets spread out in the night. Neon lights and road signs stuck to the glass like thin film. The flash I just saw was a chain drugstore.My chest felt lightly poked. I spoke without thinking, "I need to use the restroom."Cassian lifted a finger, tapping the front seat. The driver immediately pulled over.The car stopped. He smoothed my lapels, his movement so gentle it was almost formal. "I'll go with you."The moment my feet touched the pavement, his hand didn't release my wrist.The Alpha's palm heat was on my skin, yet it felt like a piece of cold iron wedged into my bones.I could smell the sharp pine in his pheromones, pressing the air so thin I struggled to breathe.At the pharmacy entrance, I stopped. I looked up at him. "Relax. Even for my family, I won't do anything foolish."He stared at me for a few seconds. His fingers slowly rele