The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Trista’s POV

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Cassian instantly gripped my hands. The heat of his palm carried the innate control of an alpha, subtly reminding me that he could handle the situation, and me.

“Samantha is gentle. She hates confrontation.”

He spoke with the flat certainty of someone stating a fact. “She sought you out with good intentions, trying to mend the relationship, trying to achieve peace.”

For a moment, I almost burst out laughing.

My scent gland grew hot. A sharp, cold edge of pheromones leaked out uncontrollably–like a flash of steel, which I immediately recalled and buried deep.

I looked up at him, my voice hard as ice. “Achieve peace between your Luna and your breeder? Cassian, do you even listen to yourself?”

The shadows in the hallway corner were suffocating. We stared at each other, our breaths strained with unspoken conflict.

He paused, then said, “You are my mate. Samantha is the past. I’ve reviewed the security footage from tonight, and there are witnesses. I didn’t wrongly accuse Attwater.”

Hearing that, something sank deep in my chest.

The witnesses were found later. The footage was watched later.

The instant he entered the ward, he ignored Attwater and me, prioritized Samantha, and only listened to her.

All the “evidence” was too convenient, designed to muzzle me, designed to leave me no room to speak.

I stayed silent, my eyes turning colder by the second.

Seeing my silence, he continued his defense. “Attwater’s injury is my fault; I failed to control my strength. But none of this involves Samantha. Stop taking your anger out on her.”

My eyes were hot, yet my voice was colder still, like a fracture in ice. “With you protecting her like this, how dare I?”

His eyes flashed, finally registering the barb in my words. But he immediately pivoted, his tone returning to his professional, detached demeanor–a calmness more wounding than any argument.

“How is Attwater’s hand? I’ll come with you to check on him.”

In that moment, his attitude dragged my pain even deeper.

I thought of my brother’s choked, red eyes, the stiff, bandaged wrist–the scent of medicine mixed with blood still clung to my memory like a stubborn fog.

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The wolf claw in my chest began to move.

It started with a gentle scratch, then deepened, trying to rip my heart from between my ribs.

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A low growl I couldn’t suppress escaped my throat–short, dangerous, carrying the savage intensity of a she- wolf protecting her pup.

The next second, I rushed him, slamming my shoulder hard into his chest, knocking his back against the wall.

“Bang-!”

The barrier hummed, vibrating from the impact. The air was violently sucked out of the hallway. Bystanders instinctively held their breath.

I snatched his shirtfront, my fingers white–knuckled. My claws shot out instantly, pressing sharply against his collarbone–not deep, but enough to convey the coercion of a wolf.

I clamped my other hand around the back of his neck, forcing his head down, making him inhale my scent: pure rage and near–uncontrolled instinct.

He watched me, head tilted, disbelief in his eyes. His pupils narrowed to vertical slits in the dim light.

The fury of being challenged settled deep in his gaze. His alpha scent descended like a black tide, heavy, profound, carrying absolute territoriality.

Invisible fangs seemed to flash in the air.

But I refused to retreat an inch.

I articulated every word clearly, as sharp as shattering bone. “Cassian, Attwater looked up to you since he was a pup. He was close to you.”

My fingers tightened on his shirt, the fabric screeching under my nail.

“And you hurt him like that, for another she–wolf.”

I looked up, meeting his stormy eyes. My voice was lower, yet sharper. “You don’t deserve the title ‘brother- in–law.“”

Then I turned and walked away. He didn’t stop me again.

As I walked out of the glow of the barrier lights, the invisible thread of the mating bond felt like it was being brutally ripped apart–it wasn’t broken yet, but the pain made every step feel like walking on shattered bone.

Back at home, seeing the pallor of pain on Attwater’s face, the guilt was so heavy I could barely stand.

Tearfully, I left Attwater’s room and faced my parents. “Mom, Dad, this is all my fault.”

Ulva quietly turned away to wipe her own tears.

Randolph stroked my arm, comforting me, his voice weak as if trying to avoid reality. “Attwater is hot- headed. A little hardship will be a good lesson.”

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I retreated to my room. The tears I had suppressed finally streamed down.

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