The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 104

The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love

Chapter 104

Third Person’s POV

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At the same time, Cassian had moved out of the Alpha house and into his new residence in the bay luxury

district.

It was a secluded, seaside territory under the Ironthorn pack’s name, outside the main pack borders.

Under the night sky, the living room balcony was open.

Fred and Cassian stood side–by–side at the railing, each lighting a cigarette.

The sea breeze, damp with salt, tore the smoke apart, which was instantly swallowed by the darkness.

Fred had clearly heard about the incident.

He squinted at Cassian, a cynical smirk on his lips. He gave a mocking thumbs–up, slowly shaking it. “You’re a real piece of work. You even dared to lay hands on your mate’s blood kin.”

His tone was less admiration, more entertained spectator.

Cassian’s face darkened. His voice was cold and hard as he corrected him, word by word. “I didn’t attack. him.”

He exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze low.

“He forcibly struggled free,” Cassian continued. “I was only restraining him. His wrist dislocated during his resistance.”

Fred scoffed, clearly rejecting the explanation.

In the pack world, fact and responsibility were never the same thing/

Who you touched, whose blood kin they were, and whether it crossed the mate’s territorial boundary- these were far more important than whether you actually struck a blow.

The night was deep. Waves crashed against the rocks below.

Cassian didn’t speak again, just stood there. His Alpha scent was fiercely suppressed, yet it was still a low, dark undercurrent silently spreading across the balcony.

He knew clearly-

The moment Trista filed the termination request with the Council, this stopped being just between the two of them.

Fred rolled his eyes. “Samantha knew Trista was upset with her, yet she sought her out anyway. If I were anyway. If I were Attwater, I would have punched her too.”

Cassian disagreed, his tone firm. “Samantha only went to Trista to ease tensions, to encourage her to come back and live properly with me. She had no ill intent.”

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He paused, adding a defensive rationale. “Attwater has been spoiled since childhood; you know that. He’s defiant and fiercely protective. He even dares to strike at me; he certainly wouldn’t be polite to Samantha.”

Fred crushed his cigarette, patiently advising him. “Cassian, look at the Silverlight werewolves. They have little power, but huge tempers. Trista is selfish and dramatic.

sides being beautiful, she doesn’t compare to Samantha. Just terminate the mating with Trista and let her go.”

Cassian turned his head to look at Fred, his face utterly black.

Fred continued to poke the fire. “Yeah, Samantha is an angel. She has no materialistic desires, and she’s not malicious. Why haven’t you mated with her already?”

Cassian braced his arms on the railing, leaning slightly forward

were cold as steel.

The Thate

The

wind tugged at his hair, but his eyes

He said, “Your provocation won’t work on me. I am not breaking the mating bond with Trista.”

Fred decided the conversation was pointless. He extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, his tone sharp with sarcasm. “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Before you claim you won’t break the contract, first prove you can bring Trista back to the Ironthorn pack to spend the holiday with you.”

After Fred left, Cassian stood alone on the balcony for a long time.

The sea wind, carrying the scent of salt, swept toward the pack boundary, only to be sliced by the invisible barrier.

That boundary was sharp and clear, like the Ironthorn pack’s law etched into the air–leaving no room for doubt or gray areas.

Cassian remembered growing up with Trista for over twenty years.

She had never been disrespectful to him, even in jest.

She was the daughter of the Silverlight Alpha, and the Luna he personally bound under the moonlit oath.

Her pride and self–control had always been cold, clean like moonlight.

Even when he was absent from Ironthorn territory for a month for Samantha, she had not physically

attacked him.

But last night, she did.

Cassian’s strong, defined fingers lightly touched the spot where she had struck him.

His skin didn’t hurt. The pain was deeper.

The image recurring in his mind was Trista’s cold, final eyes when she looked at him, like she had shut a door, leaving no space for retreat.

He barely slept a wink that night.

He paced the room, unable to stop or calm down.

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