All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cassian's POVBack at Ironthorn House, I carried her directly up to the second floor.She felt almost weightless in my arms, like a pennant taken down from the Stone Circle, with only the trembling sound of wind left in the fabric.My phone vibrated constantly in my pocket.I secured her wrist with one hand and reached for my phone with the other, trying to keep my voice low. "I had a meeting scheduled with Mr. Thomas from Syncred Group this morning, and I missed it. Just calm down for a minute, and I'll call him back."Her action was quicker than mine. She snatched the phone from my fingers and flung it into the corner.She looked up at me, her eyes still wet, her breathing ragged but controlled. "If you want me to stop causing a scene, have the pack doctor bring the contraceptive wolfsbane potion."She didn't want my child.She wanted to completely seal off that possibility, even if the risk was only slight.I stared at the phone by the wall for a few seconds but didn't retrieve it.

Cassian's POV"Luna Trista—"I heard a familiar voice and immediately turned, running straight into the silent, despairing look in Trista's eyes.My chest instantly tightened. My 'wolf' perked its ears in my ribs, first a low whimper, then a hollow sound of falling.I immediately tossed the items in my hand into the shopping cart and strode through the aisle toward her."What are you doing here?" Wynn looked at me, her complaining voice echoing in the supermarket's cold air.I gave her a look, suppressing the sharpness of my aura, and tried to slow my steps as I approached Trista. "Why are you out?"Before my fingers could touch her sleeve, she recoiled as if burned. "Don't touch me!"Her scent was scrambled.It wasn't her usual cool, woody tone, but a metal scent torn apart by shock.I retracted my hand, afraid that one more step would cause her to completely break.She hugged herself, retreating frantically, like a startled pup.I pulled back my hand, suppressing even my breathing t

Cassian's POV"Trista fell down the escalator. Fortunately, the Moon Goddess was still on her side—" My own voice sounded hoarse."The two men on the escalator reacted quickly, stabilizing her and shifting her landing angle. She only had multiple bruises on her elbows and knees. The scrapes were wrapped in linen sigil bandages and covered with a cold compress. The werewolf healer said her injuries weren't serious."I took a deep breath and continued to explain the current situation. "Alpha's self-healing capabilities will ensure a quick recovery."What I didn't say was that her mental state was close to collapse under continuous severe stress.The healer had mandated a twelve-hour observation period to prevent any pheromone imbalance from triggering startling reactions.I had already signed the consent form, afraid that any lapse on my part would be the push that sent her over the edge.The observation room was quiet, save for heartbeats and the monitor's drip-drip.I stood by the bed

Cassian's POVTrista looked up at me, her voice steady with an almost cruel politeness. "I'll be staying at my parents' house for a while. I will repay the money as soon as possible, and then apply for the termination of the mating contract at the Stone Circle. If you have any concerns, think them through beforehand. We'll discuss them all then. I will cooperate as much as possible."Her eyes were like a door closed from the inside. That finality pushed against me head-on. My grip slowly loosened.My wolf gave a low moan in my bones, wanting to pull her back into our shared scent circle, but her gaze had already rejected me, pushing me outside the boundary.Wynn was startled. She quickly distanced herself from me and tried to reassure Trista. "Cassian is the one who messed up. You're not going to ignore me too, are you?"Trista nodded earnestly. "Wynn, even if Cassian and me break the contract, we'll be friends for life."She took Attwater's hand, helped her parents, and walked out, n

Third Person's POVIn the Ironthorn house study that night, only a single wall lamp was on.Cassian walked in, wearing his pajamas. He still carried the cool dampness of the night after his shower. He immediately noticed the stack of papers resting in the center of the desk.It was the Moon Goddess Rejection Protocol, weighted down by a Werewolf Bloodline Certification—the parchment was heavy and ancient, its edges slightly curled. The deep red wolf-head stamp was more glaring than the darkness of the night.He froze, his throat bobbing slightly, before reaching for the certification.His fingertips slid across the paper. He felt several faint, dried creases—the remnants of tears that had soaked the parchment.Trista's scent was faint, almost gone, yet his wolf keenly picked up the trace.That barely discernible aura struck his chest like a blunt object.He silently placed the parchment back and sat in the chair.He pictured her standing over the desk, spreading the certification out—