Todos os capítulos de The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Cassian's POVUlva tugged Randolph's sleeve, symbolically stepping half a step aside. "Come in and sit."She turned to pour water, her movements stiff and unnatural.I swapped my shoes, stepping into the apartment. The Silverlight family scent still lingered, but Trista's familiar, cool floral scent was barely perceptible, just a ghost.Randolph spoke, his tone noticeably reserved. "Cassian, you haven't been here in a long time."His eyes held none of the old affection. "Since Trista isn't here, there are some things I've actually wanted to tell you for a while."I sat across from them, slightly lowering my posture, keeping my Alpha aura minimal. "Please, say whatever you need to say."Randolph sighed. "Cassian, you're a fine young man. Our pack is indebted to you for your help over these years. We remember everything you've done."His voice shifted, growing heavy. "But Trista, we spoiled her. She has a temper, she's dramatic. She truly isn't suited to you.""Since you've found someon

Third Person's POVThe next morning, Ironthorn Group Headquarters, CEO Office.Two sharp knocks hit the door."Come in."Humphrey walked in, his gland scent tightly controlled. "Alpha Cassian, Mr. Howard sent the omega over. He insists you go back to the pack manor today."Cassian signed the final document with a flourish and put down his pen. "Book me a flight to France tonight."Humphrey froze, then nodded quickly. "Arranging it now."Midday, a Western restaurant near the Ironthorn Group's financial district.The area abutted the human financial center. Most patrons were ordinary humans in suits. The wolf scents here were deliberately muted.At a window table, the server finished setting down the dishes, murmured a polite "Enjoy your meal," and wisely retreated.Samantha sat opposite, discreetly watching Cassian's expression.He sat ramrod straight, movements contained. Occasionally, he glanced at the comm-stone beside him—the stone was dark, no light flickering.Her grip tightened

Trista's POVI opened the door.The instant I saw Cassian, my first instinct was to slam it shut.He was faster. As the door started to swing closed, his palm braced the frame, and he forced his way in.The single room dormitory was small. With him standing there, the air instantly filled with his scent.For three years we were mated. Now, we hadn't shared territory for a week. Standing face-to-face, his pheromones pushed through the doorway. The mating bond tightened faintly beneath my skin.Under his intense stare, I felt exposed. I stiffened my spine and spoke with cold detachment. "What are you doing here?"I had already signed the termination agreement and transferred the money.Samantha, eager for her "promotion," should have delivered those papers to him.There was nothing left for us but the final ritual before the Moon Goddess altar.He seemed to ignore my coldness, surveying the sparse, clean dorm room.He quickly walked toward me, pulled a small velvet box from his pocket,

Trista's POVCassian's calm, calculated "logic" drove me to the edge of collapse again.He chased me across half the globe to France—Only for his end goal to be convincing me to accept Samantha and Algernon's existence, accepting that an omega and her pup could stand securely in my mate's territory.My wolf snapped first.My pheromones exploded outward, raw with pure rage and hurt, with no attempt to suppress them.I shoved him hard. My voice trembled. "Cassian, for the three years we were mated at the Stone Circle, you mentally kept a running tally of every cent you spent on the Silverlight pack.""That's your reality."His eyes tightened visibly.The next second, he stepped forward, grabbing my wrist.It was the Alpha's hand—strong, articulate, carrying his distinct heat.I could feel him deliberately pulling back his aura, not using his full aura, yet he still felt like a looming shadow over me.His mouth moved, but he couldn't find a single word to calm the situation.My eyes wer

Trista's POVThe silverleaf purification array still glowed faintly over the doorway of the healing center, not far from my dorm. I rubbed my aching temples and filed the final "Lunar Rhythm and Pheromone Balance Report."I had immersed myself in the treatment room all day, not even relaxing during lunch. I needed my hands to stay busy to suppress the persistent, dull ache of the mating bond behind my sternum.Cassian's mind-link had pricked my consciousness once in the afternoon, like a fine needle, but I instantly cut the connection.I knew his logic too well. As the Alpha of the Ironthorn pack, his schedule was more structured than a pack territory map. There was no way he'd spend an entire day at this branch so far from the Ironthorn barrier, just for me.In the evening, as I walked out of the institute, a familiar scent aggressively cut into the air—cold metal mixed with pine resin. Cassian's unique Alpha pheromones dominated the small square by the entrance.A crowd of colleague