All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

Third Person's POVCassian strode out of the private elevator and stopped right beside Trista, his voice carrying an urgency he didn't even realize was there. "Why didn't you text me? I would've come down to get you."Trista remained composed, her expression a mask of polite detachment. "Are you done with work?"Cassian nodded.His eyes flickered down to her feet and noticed one of her combat boot laces had come undone.Without a word, the high-and-mighty Alpha naturally dropped to one knee. In front of everyone in the lobby, his long fingers caught the laces and began tying them with focused intensity.Employees passing through the lobby cast shocked, envious glances; a few even snuck photos with their phones.Trista stood perfectly still, looking down at the side of Cassian's face.Slowly, the image began to blur into a different, cruel memory from her past life—one where Cassian had knelt just like this in front of Samantha, tenderly helping her try on a pair of custom heels.A wav

Third Person's POVTrista shook her head, her expression calm but firm. "Even if that's true, I'm not accepting charity. In the law of the pack, there's no such thing as a free kill."She knew better now. Everything he gave her today without a price tag would eventually turn into the very fangs that would tear into her and her family later.His "sincerity" always came with suffocating fine print.The two young wolves stood in a silent standoff under the night sky, barely half a step apart.Cassian raised the long list of assets in his hand. His knuckles were white from the strain, his voice dangerously low. "Then what about this? This asset separation list... what the hell is this supposed to mean, Trista?"Trista didn't blink. She met his gaze with a defiant, clinical clarity. "Every luxury item, every piece of real estate you've given me over the years—it's all packed and ready to go. If I stay your 'little childhood friend,' I'll keep the gifts and view them as a brother's protecti

Third Person's POVTrista didn't hold back. She had one knee on the sofa cushion, pinning Fred's arms behind the backrest and looking down at him with a lethal, toothy grin. "Finally caught you!"She started wailing on his shoulders and back—no pulled punches here. "Just for your 'best bud,' you lied to me? You even used my brother's trust! Do you even have a conscience?!"Fred knew he was in the wrong and kept his hands up to protect his face. "I messed up, Trista! I swear, never again! Mercy!"Seeing his sincere—and slightly panicked—apology, Trista finally patted her hands clean and let him go.Fred rubbed his aching shoulders and immediately whipped out his phone, using the front camera to fix his messy slicked-back hair. "I've told you a thousand times," he complained, "don't hit the face, and definitely don't manhandle an Alpha's head like that!"Trista rolled her eyes, helping him straighten his crooked collar. "What, did you want me to bite your ass like a couple of wild anima

Third Person's POVTrista stood there, letting out a silent, exhausted sigh.It felt like the entire world was trying to matchmake her and Cassian.To any outsider who didn't know the truth, her choice to jilt him at the altar probably looked like the ultimate act of self-destruction.Cassian looked up from his paperwork, catching Trista hesitating a few feet away.He stood up immediately to meet her, naturally taking her bag and pulling out her chair with practiced chivalry.Trista didn't sit right away. She scanned the restaurant like she was looking for an ambush. "Where are Alaina and Wynn?"Cassian's dark eyes locked onto her. "You're the one who keeps saying we've been childhood friends for twenty years," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "Can't you just sit down and have a peaceful lunch with me without my mother and sister as a buffer?"Since he put it that way, Trista decided to be the bigger person and sat down.After ordering her meal, she handed him the menu.Cassian

Third Person's POVHoward nodded, satisfied. "Until Cassian officially seals a mating bond, we cannot lower our guard around that low-life rogue.""You're right, Dad," Wilmot added, his tone lethal. "An Alpha of Ironthorn mating with a rogue like her? It's an insult to our bloodline."Alaina sat nearby, gracefully sipping her coffee, but a seed of doubt was growing in her mind."Did my son really call off the temple ceremony because of Samantha? Or is there something else?"Howard turned to Alaina with a direct order. "Set it up. As soon as Cassian is back from his trip, invite Mrs. Porter and Rowena over. From now on, I want you socializing with them frequently."Howard's intention to find a replacement bride was crystal clear.Alaina gave a non-committal nod. "I'll see what I can arrange."She didn't argue, but she had no intention of following through.Rowena was young, ruthless, and her ambition rivaled any male Alpha.She was a shark in the boardroom, but she'd be a nightmare as