Todos os capítulos de The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Capítulo 521 - Capítulo 530

Third Person's POVAs Samantha's words hung in the air, low gasps erupted from every corner of the ballroom.Trista stood at the back of the crowd, not moving an inch forward.That single "Alaina" Samantha had uttered was far too intimate.It wasn't the respectful address a junior gives a senior, nor the proper etiquette a stranger shows a high-ranking pack female—it was a calculated move to hint at a special bond. It was the sound of someone pushing a door that didn't belong to her, just so the onlookers would think she had once stood inside.Then came her reason for their "breakup." She didn't say it explicitly; to be direct would be amateur.Samantha Fernandez was never a fool—at least not in this life, before greed had completely clouded her judgment. Her instincts were sharp.She simply wove three keywords into her sentence: Ironthorn elders. Forced. Apart.Those words were all it took for everyone in the room

Third Person's POVTrista shoved against Cassian's chest with both hands. "Cassian, what the hell is wrong with you?!"Cassian didn't say a word. He simply leaned in and expertly unbuckled her seatbelt.The more he stayed silent, the more nervous Trista became.In a panic, she grabbed his collar. "Say something! What do you think you're doing?!"Cassian braced one hand against the back of her seat and gripped her shoulder with the other.The corners of his eyes were faintly red.He stared into her eyes and threw the question back at her, "What do you think you're doing?"They stared at each other, their breathing ragged.Trista went quiet for a moment before speaking. "I was just trying to have a normal birthday. Suddenly, some woman shows up looking for you, then you drag me out here by force. What did I do?"In her past life, she and Cassian had settled their debts.In this life, she had tried her best to maintain the status quo.Now, it seemed that was no longer possible.She watch

Third Person's POVThe night was heavy as two souls, both scarred by the wreckage of a past life, wept silently by the freezing lake.Deep in the suburban wilderness, Cassian held Trista in a crushing embrace from behind.Even though he had enough strength in his arms to shatter stone, he couldn't stop shivering.The agony of his rebirth was like a trapped beast, clawing at his sanity until he was on the verge of shifting into a wolf and howling at the moon in despair.With a suppressed growl, he forced himself to let go.He stood hunched over, a lonely and defeated figure in the dark. The crimson fire of obsession in his eyes finally flickered out as he met Trista's cold gaze."Don't cry, Trista... I'll respect your decision," he rasped, his voice sounding like it had been ground over gravel.Whatever she wanted, he had to give in.Even if it was a sentence that tore his soul apart.Falling back into being "child

Third Person's POVWhile Samantha's ambition was enough to swallow her sanity, her methods were amateur in Trista's eyes.The deep-seated pain from her past life had always been rooted in Cassian's obsession and indulgence.As long as she no longer loved that man, Samantha wouldn't even qualify as her rival.After seeing Victoria off, Trista returned to the healing center.At 2:00 PM, Xander, the Alpha of the Blade Pack, walked in.His steady, cedar-like scent immediately calmed the restless air in the room.He handed her a cute cartoon gift bag. "My sister made these handmade fruit candies," he said. "She insisted I bring them to the 'genius healer.'""Thank you." Trista took the candies, their sweetness finally breaking through the heavy mood she'd carried all night.Xander watched her unguarded expression, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. "Regarding your application for a permanent position—I took the

Third Person's POVHumphrey stepped aside, his face like stone as he avoided the stench of her cheap perfume, and slammed the door shut behind her.Cassian calmly crushed his cigarette into the ashtray, his wild Alpha aura vanishing instantly, replaced by a cold, sharp logic."The plan I gave you—is it time to reel them in?" Cassian asked."The evidence is already with the police," Humphrey replied with a slight bow, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Between the money laundering and the visa issues, the feds have her pinned. It's only a matter of time before they kick in her door."Cassian stood up, smoothing out his sleeves that had wrinkled during his "performance," every last bit of warmth gone from his gaze.Ten minutes later, outside the Imperial Club.Samantha wiped her eyes and stared at the gold-trimmed doors, stomping her feet in a fit of rage.She had expected that by running out in tears, Cassian would chase after