All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Third Person's POVAlaina pointed a finger right at Wilmot's nose. "The Ironthorns is being ruined by old relics like you! Cassian could mate with the Moon Goddess herself and he'd still end up severed just to get away from your attitude!"Wynn chimed in with a quiet mumble from the back. "Seriously. Trista was fine at Shadowfang; she didn't ask Cassian to jump in front of a blade for her. He's the one who wanted to play the hero. He signed up for this pain, Dad, so stop making it everyone else's problem."Cassian shot Wynn a lethal look, and she quickly ducked behind her mother.Wilmot's pulse was practically visible in his neck. "All of you, shut up!" he roared like an aging, cornered wolf. "My son spilled enough blood to fill a bucket. If Silverlight doesn't give us an explanation for this, we're going to war!"Trista had been standing silently outside the room the entire time. Hearing Wilmot's threats, she felt a wave of pure disgust.Cassian had obviously shown his face in that v

Third Person's POVAlistair flicked his prayer beads, the obsidian clacking sharply. "Trista is young, gorgeous, and has a hell of a lot of heart. I really like her. I think I'll be seeing a lot more of her from now on."Watching Cassian's nails practically dig into his own palms, Alistair added one last twist of the knife. "If you've got a problem with that, feel free to try and talk her out of it. Let's see if she actually wants to stay away from me."Cassian turned his head away, letting out a low, guttural growl. "Get out."Once Alistair left, Cassian sat in the suffocating silence of his room.The two nurses Trista had hired could feel the explosive Alpha aura radiating from inside; they huddled by the door, too terrified to step foot in the room.When Wynn and Fred arrived with lunch, Cassian was staring blankly at the ceiling, looking completely wrecked.Wynn tugged on Fred's sleeve, whispering, "Fred, look at him. He looks so pathetic."Fred shrugged, not showing much sympathy

Third Person's POVCassian stared at his father's arrogant, delusional face, his brow furrowed in a deep knot.He glanced toward Trista, his voice raspy but steady. "Dad, taking that hit was my call. You had no right to come here and act like a thug."He took a ragged, bloody breath and continued, "If you're pissed off, take it out on me. Leave Trista out of this."Wilmot finally lost it. He swung his hand and delivered a brutal slap across Cassian's face. "You lunatic! Who do you think I'm doing all of this for?!"Cassian was already on the verge of collapsing; the blow sent him stumbling, nearly crashing to the floor.He managed to steady himself, still standing like a shield in front of Trista. He ground his teeth and growled, "Dad, if you still want me as a son, take your people and get the hell out of this house. Now."Wilmot looked at his son's deathly pale face, his expression a mix of fury and genuine shock.He shot a lethal glare at Isaiah and Attwater, dropping a bloody thre

Third Person's POVIn the middle of the scuffle, the claws extending from Wilmot's fingers accidentally caught Fred's jaw.Fred let out a theatrical yelp, clutching his face and dropping into a crouch.Wynn immediately lunged forward to shield him, glaring at her father. "Dad! Now you're hitting Fred, too?"Fred leaned into Wynn's leg, groaning with a voice that sounded like he was on his deathbed. "It's over, Wynn... I think my jaw is dislocated... My skull is definitely cracked."Wynn reached out to touch his face, and Fred gave her waist a quick pinch, shot her a look, and winked.Wynn caught the signal instantly and played along. "Fred, hold on. I'm taking you to the healing center right now!"The beta stepped in and hauled Wilmot back. "If Fred's parents find out he got jumped at our place, they'll bring their whole pack and level this house by tomorrow morning."Seeing Fred curled up on the floor, Wilmot finally pulled back, muttering curses under his breath.Alaina personally h

Third Person's POVAlaina knew her son.Cassian was in that dangerous phase where guilt meets obsession—he was spiraling, and Trista was the only thing he could see.In a game like this, Rowena's poise and rationality would likely only make him feel more suffocated.Inside the car, Cassian shot Rowena a freezing look before leaning back and closing his eyes, radiating a "do not disturb" energy that was impossible to miss.Rowena just gave a faint, unbothered smile. She wasn't one to take hostility personally.Making a calculated concession, she spoke in a calm, level tone. "Alpha Cassian, let's take the pressure off. If you don't want to go through with the mateship, I'm not going to force it."Cassian's eyes snapped open. They were shot through with blood vessels, his pupils dark and intense as he scanned her face for any hidden catch.Rowena crossed her legs, looking every bit the polished professional. "Give it to me straight. Are you planning on getting back with your ex?""It's n