《The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love》全部章節：第 431 章 - 第 440 章

Third Person's POVThe sound of footsteps echoed on the stairs. Cassian spun around instantly, using his back to hide the bloody, broken mess he'd become.Humphrey lowered his voice, "Alpha Cassian, it's time for your medication."Cassian stared at the wall for a long time before answering in a jagged rasp. "File a flight plan. We head back tomorrow morning."Humphrey blinked, not daring to ask questions. He gave a quick nod and hurried back downstairs.That night felt like a descent into an endless tunnel.The next morning, when Trista came downstairs at dawn, Cassian was standing at the counter preparing breakfast.She stopped at the base of the stairs, watching his silhouette. She didn't say a word; she just turned to go back up.Cassian intercepted her with a few long strides.They stood locked in a gaze under the weak morning light.Trista's brow furrowed instinctively.In just one night, Cassian looked like he had physically aged years.His eyes were a roadmap of broken red vess

Third Person's POVSeeing her son looking like a hollowed-out corpse, Alaina felt her heart shatter. She stepped forward to offer an olive branch to Trista's family. "It's our fault. We failed as parents in how we raised him. I am so sorry for what he put Trista through—please, accept my deepest apologies on behalf of the Ironthorns."Fred saw the tension reaching a boiling point and gave Wynn a quick look. He stepped up to Trista, cutting through the heavy atmosphere. "Let me get you guys home. You need to rest."Trista gave a sharp nod. She gathered her family, shielding them as they walked away. She didn't spare a single glance for the man collapsed on the pavement behind her. They left the hangar without looking back.As Trista's car disappeared around the corner, Cassian's instincts flared. His body lurched, a primal urge screaming at him to chase after her.A crack echoed through the hangar. Wilmot had hit him with the full force of an Alpha's rage.Cassian's head snapped to the

Third Person's POVCassian reached out to comfort his sister, but Wynn was so far gone in her grief that she accidentally punched him right in his freshly stitched stomach."Cassian... you never told me your PIN number! Waaaaah!"Cassian's legs went straight as a board, his face turning paper-white. He looked like he was about to meet his maker for real this time."Seriously? Are we filming a funeral scene here?" Fred snapped, hauling Wynn off Cassian. He ripped the white sheet off the bed and helped Cassian sit up.It took Wynn a good minute to stop sobbing. When she realized Cassian was actually breathing, she froze. "Cassian? You're... not dead?"Cassian clutched his stomach, hising through his teeth. "Not yet, but you're working on it. Go get your head checked, Wynn."Wynn pouted and turned to Fred for backup. "Fred, he's calling me an idiot."Fred glanced at Cassian, pretending to take her side while actually throwing her under the bus. "She was worried about you, man. Why are yo

Third Person's POVCassian's eyes were bloodshot, reflecting a bone-deep exhaustion. "I'm fine, Mom. I'm just... not ready to let go yet. Just give me some time."Alaina didn't back down. "Look, if you want to push back the engagement, I'll run interference with your father. But you have to promise to follow the doctor's orders. You owe it to Trista to get better, but you also owe it to this pack."Cassian just stared at the floor and gave a hollow, non-committal grunt.Alaina sighed and grabbed her bag. "As for your sister, your dad and grandfather are forcing her to meet Zachary from the Bluestar pack tonight. She's probably just going to go through the motions, but I need to go keep an eye on her before she causes a scene."Cassian stood up to see her out. "Mom, Zachary is a terrible match for Wynn.""I know," Alaina frowned. "But when it comes to pack politics, she doesn't exactly get a vote."6:00 PM. Downtown.The second Trista parked her car, Fred materialized from the backseat

Third Person's POVFred moved like a blur, snatching Trista into his arms to shield her.The ice-cold juice slammed into Humphrey instead, soaking his shirt and leaving him looking like a total mess.Trista frowned, pulling out a tissue and handing it to him.The sound of the hit rang out through the restaurant like a gunshot.Wynn had lunged forward out of nowhere, catching Thomasina across the face with a backhand that made everyone jump.Her eyes were feral, like a wolf protecting its kill. "You must have a death wish!"Wynn almost let a "Luna" slip out of habit, but she caught Trista's warning glare and choked the word back just in time.Thomasina clutched her face, shaking with a mix of shock and rage.Madison, hiding safely in the back, started screeching, "Wynn Simmons, have you lost your mind? She's carrying the Blackthorn heir! This is an act of war!"Trista didn't want Wynn falling into a verbal trap. she shoved Madison back and followed up with a slap of her own. "I'm the o