All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Third Person's POVCassian's composure didn't just crack; it completely imploded. The commanding Alpha aura he usually wielded was gone, replaced by a raw, pathetic desperation.He lunged forward, crushing Trista into his chest with enough force to fuse their bones together.He ignored her struggling, his pheromones a chaotic, bitter wreck of pain that felt like it was drowning her."We grew up in this pack together!" he choked out. "All those nights under the moon, every scent we shared—does none of that matter to you anymore? Those three years we were mated, we had real moments of happiness. You know we did!"His voice was muffled against her, vibrating with a tremor that suggested he was seconds away from a total blackout. "Trista, please. Trust me one more time. My wolf... he hasn't known a second of peace since your scent started fading. I swear, I'll never hurt you again."Trista couldn't budge. The primal weight of an Alpha's hold was suffocating."Cassian, you don't love me,"

Third Person's POVSeeing Cassian's face closing in, Trista knew he was going for a kiss. She instinctively put her hands up to shove him away.But Cassian grabbed her hands and forced them against his chest. Through his shirt, his heart was hammering with a violent, erratic rhythm that vibrated against her palms.He leaned down, his predatory energy heavy as he kissed her forehead. "Be good," he whispered.Before she could react, he swept her off her feet.Trista let out a startled gasp. The second her feet left the ground, a wave of pure panic hit her.Seeing him march toward the helicopter, she lost it, struggling to slide out of his arms. Cassian didn't even slow down; he just hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder.Trista's head rushed with blood as she pounded on his back, grabbing at his suit jacket. "Cassian, you psycho! Put me down!"Cassian took massive, frantic strides, like he was being hunted by something far worse than a few guards. "You like Manwaring's kid so m

Third Person's POVTrista didn't flinch. She looked him dead in the eye, her gaze as flat as a frozen lake. "Cassian, I would rather starve to death than touch a single thing you make. You have no idea how pathetic you look right now—the biggest joke I've ever seen."She just watched him, waiting. Waiting for the explosion. Waiting for the beast to finally tear through whatever was left of his sanity.But looking at the razor-edged woman in front of him, Cassian felt a wave of helplessness he'd never known.The pain in his chest was a jagged physical weight, far worse than the burning in his stomach."Fine," he rasped, the word dragging out of his throat with an unbearable exhaustion. "If you won't eat, you won't eat. I'm taking you to the bathroom to clean up."Before she could fight him, he scooped her up and marched into the bathroom. He set her down, his muscles coiling and vibrating as he fought the urge to either break something or break down. "Are you washing yourself, or am I

Third Person's POVCassian's eyelashes fluttered as tears spilled silently down his face.His voice was a jagged, broken rasp. "Trista... do you really have to tear me apart like this?""The only reason our child isn't in this world, Cassian, is because of you," she said, her voice hard and unwavering. "You owe me that life."Thinking of the baby who never got a chance to breathe, Trista broke down, her sobs echoing through the room."Unless I'm dead, Cassian, don't you ever expect a single drop of forgiveness from me. Not in this lifetime!"They were both crying now, the air in the room so heavy it felt like it was crushing them.The brief spark of heat from moments ago was gone, replaced by a cold, suffocating grief.Cassian reached out, his long fingers trembling as he cupped her face, gently wiping away the salt and the hurt."Don't cry," he choked out, trying to soothe her. "Just lie down. Get some rest. I'm going downstairs for a smoke."He laid her back gently and pulled the bl

Third Person's POVWaves crashed against the rocks, spraying cold mist into the air.Trista's voice was sharper than the ocean spray. "Cassian, stop lying to yourself."The relationship was dead. It was total necrosis.Taking advantage of the second he spent frozen in shock, Trista pulled back.Cassian instinctively reached out and gripped her wrist—hard—like he was clutching a life raft in a storm.His throat worked convulsively, his eyes bloodshot. This pathetic, pleading version of him was a world away from the Alpha who usually commanded the room."I know I messed up. I broke the vows we made when we mated," Cassian rasped, his voice dripping with despair. "Trista, if... if I could just do it over, I'd give you a different heart. I'd give you my life if that's what it took."Trista looked at him with a face like stone. Not a single spark of emotion flickered in her eyes. "If you changed your heart, would you even be you anymore?""It would be me! Of course it would!" Cassian nodde