All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Trista's POVI felt Samantha's eyes fixed on the diamond ring on my finger.Six years ago, that ring should have been hers, but three stubborn Ironthorn elders intervened—a fact she never hesitated to throw in my face.In her world, the Luna of the Ironthorn Pack, Cassian's mate, was supposed to be her.She carefully leaned closer, testing the waters."Trista, since Cassian doesn't love you, that ring means nothing. Could you... give it back to me?"I looked up. I saw the naked, unstoppable triumph in her eyes.I didn't argue.Calmly, I slowly slid the wedding band off my ring finger. I took her hand and put the ring right onto her finger.Her knuckles trembled slightly with nerves.My eyes stung, but my voice was slow and firm. "I'm giving Cassian back to you."I added, "Ms. Fernandez, don't tell him yet. Let him finish his project abroad in peace. You and Algernon can give him a surprise when he gets back in three days."I didn't know how I made it home.I only remember lying quietl

Third Person's POVSamantha stood at the airport entrance, watching Trista walk through security without a backward glance. The jealousy she felt was almost suffocating.Trista was years younger and physically more striking.Samantha was draped in designer labels, wearing limited-edition accessories from her earrings to her heels, but standing next to Trista, she looked desperate and cheap.Trista, even in simple clothes, moved with natural grace. The moment she met your eyes, the inherent Alpha bloodline in her posture was enough to claim the space.She was the direct daughter of the Silverlight Alpha, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself—a noble bloodline.Even with Silverlight bankrupt, their land auctioned off, and their crest in hock, she had grown up cherished by her parents. That born-in composure and superiority was something a rogue without pack protection could never attain.Samantha knew this well. And that fueled her hatred.She clenched her fists and left the airport.The

Third Person's POVEight o'clock in the evening. A black Bentley rolled slowly into the Ironthorn Pack borders.As the car drove down the long, tree-lined road, the boundary aura of the Ironthorn territory swept lightly across the chassis.Cassian instinctively looked up toward the deep woods.His Alpha senses usually picked up Trista's pheromones the moment she was within the pack territory.But tonight, the air was clean.The scent of Ironthorn guards, the faint smell of patrolling wolves—they were all there. She wasn't.His scent gland tightened, then he forced himself to relax, rationalizing: maybe she was just suppressing her scent completely, not wanting to be easily tracked.The car stopped at the Alpha villa.He checked the time.After chasing around with Attwater's school drama for hours, it was nearly 7:30 p.m.He grabbed the gift box for Trista and stepped out.The villa's main door was open, spilling a warm light onto the steps.Watching the scene from afar, his expression

Third Person's POVOn the grass of the Silverlight Pack plaza, string lights decorated the garden.He handed the violin case to her on her eighteenth birthday. She whined playfully, leaning into him like she always did.She looked up, her eyes shining like stars. "From today on, I'll play only for you."It wasn't until much later that he realized—To fight the insomnia and night terrors that plagued him even in his wolf form, she had quietly dropped her violin, which she'd studied for over a decade. She switched her major to Moon Goddess Healing.She channeled her talent for pitch and rhythm into the healing room, specializing in therapies for sleep disorders and post-traumatic mental tears.She had always locked that violin away, treating it like gold.No one else was allowed to touch it. Even the Ironthorn housekeepers had to circle around it.Now, she had simply burned it.Cassian felt all the strength drain out of him.He slowly knelt down by the scorched earth. His fingers trembl

Cassian's POVEvery sentence Samantha uttered was a deeper drop in my gut.I had said those things.Hearing her parrot them now, every word felt like a silver-tipped nail driving into my bones.My chest was heavy, like I was carrying a mountain.Even the wolf inside me was suffocating, letting out a low, muffled roar."Did Trista tell you all this herself?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.Samantha nodded. "If Trista hadn't told me, how would I know?"She was speaking the truth.I had only voiced those regrets in the study, convinced Trista couldn't hear.Samantha carefully approached me, her fingers reaching for my hand, gently brushing my knuckles. "Cassian, since Trista has chosen to let go, to free us.""Since neither of us can move on—" She looked up, deliberately softening her omega scent. "Can we start over?"She leaned in, rising on her toes, aiming for a kiss.The omega scent drifted closer, winding up my gland line.I stood completely still, testing something.Was I testi