The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 551 - チャプター 560

Third Person's POVFor the first time, Cassian—a man usually as steady as a rock—felt restless.He tugged at his tie, stood up, and walked over to the cold crystal liquor cabinet. Pouring himself a glass of stiff liquor, he tried to suppress the almost violent instincts surging inside his chest.The next morning, it was the weekend.The thin morning mist hadn't cleared yet, and inside Trista's apartment, everything was completely quiet.Cassian possessed an incredibly imposing height. Dressed in a perfectly tailored casual suit layered under a high-quality, long black cashmere trench coat, his cold, noble, and overwhelmingly dominant aura was on full display.He stood silently in front of Trista's door, pacing and hesitating in the biting wind for a long time.Those hands that had never trembled during brutal corporate wars or pack slaughter finally reached out with an indescribable sense of desperation, slowly pressing th

Third Person's POVThat evening, at the Imperial Club.Trista had changed into a sleek little black dress. Along with Victoria, who had just returned from a vacation in New York, and two other colleagues from the healing center, she pushed open the doors to the top-tier VIP private room right on time.Almost everyone else had already arrived.Cassian sat expressionless dead-center on the main leather sofa. His overwhelming Alpha aura made the air in the room feel a bit heavy.To his left sat Fred and Wynn, who were deep in their honeymoon phase, along with a few close friends.But to Cassian's right, a single seat had been deliberately left empty.According to their usual unspoken rule, that spot belonged exclusively to Trista.The moment Trista walked through the door, her eyes locked straight onto Cassian's deep, dark gaze. Her footsteps instantly froze.Victoria was sharp; she immediately caught the resistance in her best friend's eyes.Without making it obvious, she gently tugged

Third Person's POV"What fun game are you guys playing? Mind if I join?" Xander asked casually, looking completely unbothered as he stood by the door.Hearing Xander explicitly bring up Truth or Dare, Cassian gave a slight, unreadable nod. "Of course.""Since Alpha Xander is in, you know the rules! Everyone here plays, and no one gets to back out!" Fred, always down for some chaos, clapped his hands and hyped up the crowd. The awkward tension in the room was quickly swept under the rug by the forced cheers.Following the rules, everyone gathered around the large coffee table.The first person in the clockwise rotation spun the dark liquor bottle.The glass spun rapidly across the smooth marble surface, gradually slowing down until the neck pointed dead center at Fred.Amidst a chorus of hoots and whistles, the guy in charge of asking the question gave Fred a wicked nudge. "Fred, between you and Wynn, who actually made the first move?"

Third Person's POVWynn and Victoria exchanged a look. Worried about her, they quickly followed her out.A few minutes later, Cassian stared at the empty seat beside him, the irritation in his chest growing harder and harder to suppress.He pushed off his knees and stood up.Fred walked over with a glass in hand, but Cassian just dropped a low excuse. "I'm going to the restroom."But before Cassian could even take a step, Xander stood up gracefully on his right.Cassian paused, turning his head to shoot him an icy glare.Xander adjusted the collar of his coat, a provocative, amused smirk on his face. "What a coincidence. I need to use the restroom too. Let's walk together, Alpha Cassian."At the edge of the dimly lit VIP room, the two towering men locked eyes, invisible sparks practically crackling in the air between them.Inside the restroom, Trista turned on the faucet and splashed freezing water onto her face.

Third Person's POVOutside the Royal Court Club.Cassian stood on the steps like a statue. The night wind whipped through his short hair, but he didn't pull his gaze away until the car's taillights had completely melted into the endless Los Angeles night.Fred rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He turned and gently coaxed his fiancée. "Go wait in the car, it's windy out here. I'm going to have a smoke with Cassian, then I'll be right there."Wynn cast a worried glance at Cassian's lonely back, but obediently got into the car.The second the car door closed, the smile vanished from Fred's face.He grabbed Cassian by the arm and dragged him into the shadows of a secluded corner of the club.Lowering his voice, he demanded, "Cassian, give it to me straight. What the hell is going on between Xander and Trista?"Cassian didn't say a word. He pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette, his deep, dark gold eyes narrowing out of habit.The blue flame danced briefly across his c