All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Third Person's POVRowena's gaze was steady, her tone strictly business. "Look, Cassian turned his family upside down for you. It's pretty obvious he's still not over it.""That's his problem, not mine." Trista's expression went cold, her herbal scent turning sharp and jagged.Rowena softened her voice slightly. "Just so we're clear—I'm not Samantha. I have no interest in playing those petty, manipulative games to get a man's attention."She locked eyes with Trista. "Right now, Cassian is the best strategic match for the Tundras. I plan on making a play for him."Trista stayed completely unbothered. "Ms. Porter, let me say this one more time: he and I are done. I don't care what he does; I'm not going back. If you want him, go for it. You don't need my permission."Rowena took a step forward, her designer heels clicking on the tile. A faint, oppressive aura began to radiate from her. "It takes two to tango, Trista. If you'd really shut him out and given him zero hope, why would he be

Third Person's POVCassian let out a roar, his primal instincts detonating.He moved so fast he was a literal blur, and before Trista could even process what was happening, he'd roughly shoved Elias's hand away.Elias stood up, calmly brushing the dust off his trousers, maintaining that effortless gentlemanly poise that drove Cassian insane. "Alpha Cassian.""Elias, stay the hell away from her!" Cassian growled—a low, guttural warning of a beast defending its territory.Trista's brow snapped into a frown. She shoved Cassian out of her line of sight, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "Cassian, drop the 'tough guy' act before you bite someone. We are done."Cassian grabbed her wrist, his aggressive flare instantly deflating into a desperate plea. "I need to talk to you. Get in my car.""Let go," Trista snapped, wrenching her arm free.Cassian tried to step closer, but Sayer suddenly lunged between them like a protective little pup, arms spread wide to shield Trista. "Stop

Third Person's POVTrista blinked in surprise. "Wait, the Blackthorn pack? One of the big eight?"Xander nodded. "Alpha Edwin had a shotgun wedding. He's back in L.A. to throw this massive bash, mostly to show off his new Luna to everyone."A shotgun wedding? If Trista remembered correctly, Edwin was pushing fifty.Seeing her brow furrow into a knot, Xander laughed and gave her forehead a playful flick.Trista pulled back, rubbing her head. "Xander, is it for the reason I think it is?"Xander's smile faded into something a bit more cynical. "Exactly. Edwin has been obsessed with one thing his entire life: producing an heir. This is his third marriage. Word is the new Luna is already confirmed to be carrying a boy, so he's treating her like she's a goddess."Trista couldn't help but sigh. Power and money really could solve most problems.As long as your territory was big enough, there would always be a line of she-wolfs willing to give a fifty-year-old Alpha a son.After being cornered

Third Person's POVThe look in her eyes was like a sheet of ice, shattering the last flicker of hope in Cassian's gaze.His face went ghost-white, and his pheromones flickered out like dying embers.Seeing him still blocking the aisle, a wave of pure disgust washed over Trista. She stepped forward and gave him a hard shove.An Alpha should have been as steady as a mountain, but in his current state, he was like a puppet with its strings cut. He actually stumbled and hit the floor.Cassian curled up on the cold tile, instinctively reaching out to grab Trista's ankle like a drowning man clutching a piece of driftwood."Trista... my stomach... it hurts so much..." he wheezed, his voice thin as a thread.Trista looked down at his trembling hand. Without a second of hesitation, she shook him off like he was something filthy.She didn't even bend down; she just stepped over him with a blank expression.After a few steps, she stopped. Without turning around, she tossed a cold sentence over h

Third Person's POVTrista looked at the three of them—grinning like they'd just won the lottery—and didn't blink. Her voice was steady but sharp as a razor. "I'm not a piece of property she can just 'deal with.' What makes her think she has that kind of leverage over me?""You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" Madison stepped closer, emboldened by her new backup. "Soon enough, this entire city is going to treat you like a leper. You won't have a single place left to hide."Trista let out a dry laugh, looking at Madison with pure contempt. "Madison, if a parasite like you—a girl who does nothing but cling to whoever has a title—can make it in L.A., I think I'll be just fine. I'm a Healer; I actually have skills. Do you even know what the word 'competence' means?"Trista's gaze turned ice-cold as she scanned all three of them. "Cassian was the one who personally hauled Samantha off to a cell. You don't have the guts to bark at Ironthorn, so you come here to snap at me? Your hy