All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

Third Person's POVA flicker of primal, predatory possession flashed in Isaiah's eyes. "In my entire life, I've never seen anyone like her. She has that high-born Luna nobility baked into her bones, but her soul is the purest thing I've ever encountered. If she didn't insist on treating me like some cub she needs to protect—if she'd give me even an inch of an opening—I would have dragged her back to my territory, marked her as mine, and made her my only mate a long time ago."He paused, his voice turning dead serious. "I'd hide her in the deepest, safest part of my den and guard her with my life. A she-wolf like that... she's worth worshipping. I'd spend the rest of my life just standing guard over her if that's all she'd let me do."Once Isaiah left, the booth fell back into a tomb-like silence. Fred stepped inside.Trista was direct and open; it was a trait written into the Silverlight pack bloodline.Those wolves didn't do mind games. They were straight shooters, even Attwater—none

Third Person's POVCassian stared out the window, his voice a jagged rasp. "I might be a cold, calculating bastard, but don't ever doubt this: I wanted to give Trista every piece of my soul."Fred stayed silent, just watching him.He could feel Cassian's agony—the backfire of a bond he had personally dismantled.Even now, Cassian's mind was a tangled mess of contradictions.He had reached this rock bottom because of his own arrogance, yes, but also because of the suffocating environment of the Ironthorns.Samantha had saved his life once, and that "debt" became a lens he couldn't take off.When she returned six years later, his guilt combined with the meddling of the pack elders to trigger the worst of his Alpha defiance.Everyone has a different way of showing love.Maybe Cassian really did love Trista, but that love was so heavy, so selfish, and so warped by his "profit-first" survival instincts that he was too terrified to even look it in the eye.Fred sighed, trying to throw him o

Third Person's POVAfter Dr. Alger left, Wynn looked at her brother's half-dead state and turned to her parents. "Dad, Mom, stay here with him. I'm going to go grab him some dinner."Alaina nodded, her face etched with exhaustion. "Go ahead. It's been nearly twelve hours since he came out of the ER. Tell the omegas to brew some bone broth and bring it over."Wynn walked out of the room, juggling her phone to call the packhouse while digging through her bag for her car keys.Right then, Trista stepped out of Elias's room.In her rush, Wynn dropped her lipstick. It rolled across the linoleum and stopped near Trista's feet.Trista paused, bent down to pick it up, and held it out to her.Wynn stared at the woman who used to be her closest confidante, her most trusted sister. She abruptly hung up the phone.She didn't take the lipstick. Instead, her eyes flooded with tears."Trista," Wynn said, her voice trembling and thick with a sob. "Tell me. How did I treat you?"Trista didn't flinch.

Third Person's POV"There was this one time Trista had a few too many," Elias began, his voice flat and clinical. "She broke down and told me something."He paused, letting the silence hang. "She said that when she first found out you were cheating, she tried everything to save the marriage. But your coldness... it made every effort she made look pathetic. She told me that the exact second she tried to use a suicide attempt to get you to look at her—and you didn't even blink—that was the moment she realized she had become total trash in your eyes."Cassian gripped the window frame so hard his knuckles turned a ghostly white. He closed his eyes, every word feeling like a jagged blade carving into his chest."When you truly love someone, you can't help but soften for them," Elias continued. "You instinctively bow your head; you constantly give them a reason to feel brave, to feel like they have a rock to lean on."Elias took a step closer. "If you really loved her, you'd never dream of

Third Person's POVRandolph and Ulva exchanged a heavy look. Randolph broke the silence, his voice deep and gravelly. "Keep your apology. My daughter has made her stance clear. You should leave; this isn't a place for you Ironthorns to linger."Wilmot didn't move.He stepped directly in front of Trista. This man, who controlled the lifeblood of Ironthorn and moved the levers of power in Los Angeles, sounded like he'd been swallowing glass. "If you can get him to pull himself together, I'll give you half of Ironthorn's assets as compensation. Just name it, and it's yours."Trista looked at him with zero emotion, her eyes as flat as if she were reviewing a business deal that didn't interest her. "Wilmot, I know Ironthorn is powerful. But I don't want your money, and I can't help you."Wilmot's eyes were a roadmap of broken red veins. Then, amidst a chorus of gasps, the man who had spent his entire life looking down on the world—the Alpha who never bowed to anyone—dropped to his knees.T