Todos los capítulos de The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Third Person's POVUlva's gaze rested on Trista's face for a moment. "You're right. We'll just... take things one step at a time."Trista walked over and wrapped her arms around her mother from behind, resting her chin lightly on her shoulder. "Trust me, Mom. I will redeem that staff. It shouldn't leave Silverlight anyway."Her nose felt congested. Her breathing became uneven. Her voice started to tighten. "I loved Cassian for so many years and was his mate for three. For his sake, I gave up the career I loved, and I gave up chances to develop outside the pack. I devoted all my energy to him, learning to be the Luna of Ironthorn, learning to stand by him at every public event. And this is where it led."Her voice started to break. The words felt scraped from her chest inch by inch. "From today on, I am giving up all illusions about love and mates."Ulva squeezed Trista's hand back, saying little, but firmly patting her back.Her wolf was weak and slowly recovering, but it could still

Third Person's POVAlaina said flatly, "You ask that question as if you can't understand why this restaurant's menu is only in French, not English, even though this is America. Why, in a werewolf-friendly restaurant, you need to verify your power level and pack crest just to order a drink."Samantha felt a faint sweat on her back. She stiffened against the chair back. "Mrs. Simmons, I truly don't understand."Alaina spoke as if explaining to a slow but tolerable student. "This small French menu is specifically designed to screen and filter guests. For the Alphas who frequent this place, they are used to releasing a little aura. The silver items will warm up. The waiter will immediately serve the rare wines and Moonbrew reserved only for high-ranking werewolves. These details speak for them. They don't need to explain anything themselves."She paused, her tone still gentle. "But for a rogue with no crest, no fixed pack, who just climbed out of the wilderness, things are different. You

Third Person's POVHe settled back in the car seat. He reached around the passenger seat and the door crack, searching for the voice recorder, but couldn't find it anywhere.He frowned, checking every compartment in the car.It was gone.The only scent in the car was the faint, anxious scent of his own wolf.Finally, he picked up his comm-stone, hovering over Samantha's name. He hesitated, then slowly backed away from the contact.Between holding the child and rushing Samantha between the emergency room and the ward, he couldn't remember if he'd brought the recorder out of the car.Most likely, he lost it in the rush. It could have fallen in the healing center parking lot or under a chair.The child had a high fever. Samantha was barely standing, crying and frantic as she held the pup. She wouldn't have noticed his recorder.She couldn't have taken it deliberately.Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Samantha cautiously pulled the voice recorder from her bag. She pressed the play button,

Trista's POVI tightened my grip on the glass, my knuckles turning slightly white.Cassian glanced at me, then spoke to Hera. "When Trista and I have a baby, you'll be the first to know."He said it so naturally, as if nothing had ever happened between us.Hera laughed and patted my hand. "You've been mated for three years. It's time for a child. The bloodlines of Silverlight and Ironthorn—the Moon Goddess would be delighted."Cassian's gaze remained on my face. His tone was measured. "I'll do my best."What I couldn't stand the most was his performance in front of others, acting like a devoted, reliable mate.As if the images I saw in the healing center hallway, the arguments from the Ironthorn old manor, and the Bloodline Certification he used on his elders meant nothing.But I wouldn't ruin the moment.I wouldn't throw out "I plan to terminate the mating contract" in front of Hera, putting her in an impossible position.I placed my cup back on the coaster and changed the subject. "

Trista's POVHis kiss was frantic, almost out of control.It held desire, undisguised possession, but mostly a kind of agitation I didn't recognize—I could feel his pheromones spreading in waves around my body.It was the usual cold, smoky wood scent of the Ironthorn Alpha, but now it felt ignited, the aftertaste bitter, sharp to the point of pain.My scent gland tingled, aroused by the aroma. Deep in my consciousness, my wolf thrashed uncomfortably, letting out a small whimper.That was the sensation of the mating bond being violently yanked tight.Amidst the struggle, his comm-stone slipped from his suit pocket. It spun half a circle on the thick carpet and settled still.The next second, the stone's vibration buzzed loudly on the floor.As the rune activated, the light pattern on the stone surface flickered faintly, quickly obscured by shadow and movement.My hand brushed the stone as I tried to push him away.The soft light flashed once, then slowly dimmed.The only sounds in the