Semua Bab The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Bab 411 - Bab 420

Third Person's POVCassian instinctively stepped forward, his voice dropping to a whisper so tender it vibrated with a repressed tremor. "Don't be scared. I've got you..."But before his hand could even brush the fabric of her dress, Trista walked right past him without a single glance. She headed straight for Xander and Fred standing behind him."Fred... Xander... they're setting me up."Hearing the slight break in her voice behind him, Cassian turned around, frozen. His hand, which had been reaching out to embrace her, dropped uselessly to his side.The realization hit him like a physical blow: that flash of vulnerability and hurt wasn't for him.He had moved to meet her halfway, and she had bypassed him like he was something rotting in the street.That feeling of being completely shut out felt like a predator's teeth tearing into his chest.His vision blurred for a second, his tall frame swaying as he nearly collapsed. Fred moved fast, grabbing his shoulder to brace Cassian's faili

Third Person's POVEdwin was backed into a corner with nowhere to go. He quickly barked at his omega maid to fetch another two hundred thousand, trying to settle the mess the only way he knew how—the crude, "L.A. money" way.Cassian stepped forward, flanking Trista as his expression turned lethal.His voice carried the icy arrogance of an Ironthorn ruler. "Alpha Edwin, do you really think a former Luna of the Ironthorns has any use for your scraps of paper?"The room went silent.Cassian was making a public declaration: even if the bond was broken, Trista was still under his protection.=Edwin started sweating. He looked back and forth between them, testing the waters. "Alpha Cassian, what exactly are you looking for then? Name a price."Before Cassian could answer, Trista took control of the conversation. "Since Alpha Cassian, the Fernandez family, and the rest of L.A. are all listening, let's settle some scores right now. I'm tired of people using me as a pin cushion."She swept a c

Third Person's POVA collective gasp rippled through the crowd.Thomasina's knees went weak. In that single moment, every ounce of her Luna pride shattered into a million pieces.Edwin took a deep breath. To stop the bleeding before it got any worse, he walked over to Trista and wired the thirty million dollars on the spot, shoving the twenty thousand in cash toward her as well.Trista took the money without a second thought and gave Xander a look.She didn't spare Cassian a single glance as she turned to leave—her exit felt like a clean, sharp cut through a dying bond. "You guys stay and chat," she tossed over her shoulder. "This place is toxic. I'm out of here."She and Xander vanished around the corner, leaving behind nothing but the cold, crisp scent of a winner.Fred watched the aura around Cassian fracture and decay, smelling the faint, sickly scent of internal bleeding. He lowered his voice, concerned. "Cassian, your Alpha energy is completely haywire. This is dangerous. Let me

Third Person's POVTrista pressed her palms against Cassian's chest, using a cold, firm strength to shove him back and create some space. "Let go of me first."The tension hung in the air for a heavy moment. Under the weight of her icy stare, Cassian finally, reluctantly, dropped his hands.Trista took two steps back as if avoiding a plague.She looked at him, her face a mask of iron. "Cassian, if Elias giving me a dress means he has an 'angle,' then what was your excuse for all those gifts you showered on Samantha? What kind of dirty little secret were you hiding then?"They stood a few feet apart, the silence stretching as Cassian's heart sank into his stomach.His chest heaved with every ragged breath. Finally, he spoke, his voice sounding like it was being dragged over gravel. "Believe it or not, I never wanted to break our bond for her. I never intended to cut you out of my life permanently."Trista let out a dry, sharp laugh. There was no warmth in her eyes—only a freezing conte

Third Person's POV"Cassian, my life has nothing to do with you anymore. Stop trying to control me!"Trista didn't give him an inch. She fought him with everything she had, kicking and clawing to get away. Her defiance finally pushed him over the edge. His Alpha instincts snapped, and he slammed her back against the steering wheel.The SUV was suddenly flooded with his aggressive, sub-zero scent—the heavy, suffocating pressure of an Alpha in a total rage.He locked his eyes onto her lips, his voice sounding like a growl from a cornered beast. "In this pack, Trista, you are mine. Period!"He lunged forward to kiss her, but mid-move, he caught a sharp, acrid scent—the bitter pheromones a she-wolf only releases when she is in total, visceral revolt.The "protective" side of his Alpha brain instantly short-circuited his aggression. He froze. Shifting his grip, he pulled her legs over his, holding her in his lap like a child.His voice was strained as he dialed back his crushing aura. "Did