The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Third Person’s POV

Cassian stared blankly at the door to Trista’s room.

He didn’t immediately argue, instead keeping his tone calm and steady. “I was out of line last night. I’m here to see how Attwater’s hand is recovering.”

Ulva’s face was stern, refusing to yield. “Attwater doesn’t need your concern. Leave.”

Cassian knew they were furious, and anything he said would only fuel the fire.

He spoke calmly regardless. “I know you misunderstand me. But Trista is still my mate.”

The statement hung in the living room like a nail driven into wood.

Trista, hearing him from her room, finally came out.

She walked up to Cassian, her face cold as frosted stone. Her voice was sharp and clear. “You’ve received the termination request. You and Samantha have long crossed the line. If you continue to be aggressive, I won’t hesitate to publicize all your affairs and submit them to the Council and the Elder Council, letting everyone see what you’ve done.”

Cassian stood before her, unfazed by her threat.

He offered no defense of last night’s actions, nor did he mention Samantha, pulling the topic back to the higher “order.” “Today is a holiday. Grandfather called and asked me to bring you back to the Ironthorn pack.”

Trista’s refusal was curt. “There’s no need for that.”

Cassian’s expression remained the same, but his tone became more of a command than a request. “Trista, I’m giving you two options. Either you come back to Ironthorn with me. Or I reserve a private dining room, and our two families will share a holiday meal.”

“Celebrate with you? Dream on!”

Attwater burst out of his room, grabbing a folding chair and rushing toward Cassian.

Attwater’s wolf’s blood surged. His movement was swift and fierce, intending to smash back all the humiliation and fury from the night before.

Trista and her parents quickly intervened, physically restraining Attwater and pinning him down.

Ulva’s hands were trembling. Randolph repeatedly urged calm, terrified the situation would spiral out of

control.

Trista turned to Cassian, her voice cold and clear. “Leave now. I will return tonight.”

As long as her situation with Cassian remained unresolved, her family would not know peace.

Furthermore, this was a conflict that couldn’t be settled behind closed doors.

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Chapter 105

Finished

The mating bond and her status were still valid. The Ironthorn elders would eventually inquire. She needed to say certain things clearly in front of them.

Seeing Trista concede, Cassian didn’t linger to avoid escalating the conflict further. He turned and left the Silverlight residence..

After Cassian left, the Silverlight family of four had no heart left for holiday celebrations.

As evening approached, Ulva and Randolph were weighed down by worry. A heavy shadow seemed to press down on the house.

Trista saw their distress but didn’t know how to comfort them.

All she could do was resolve everything quickly, ensuring her family wouldn’t pay any more penalties for her.

In the early evening, Trista received Cassian’s call and went downstairs.

A black Bentley was parked below, its windows darkly tinted. The light inside the car separated it from the twilight outside. She got in. The air conditioning was set very low. She subconsciously pulled down her sleeves.

Cassian leaned toward her, his gaze resting on her arm. “Is the AC too low?”

Trista looked away, offering no response.

Cassian turned and grabbed a thin blanket, draping it over her shoulders.

Trista immediately snatched the blanket off, the action decisive, rejecting any touch that wasn’t hers.

Cassian’s face tightened. He took the blanket and placed it back over her shoulders.

This time, he didn’t give her the chance to discard it.

He pulled her close through the blanket, holding her tightly.

Simultaneously, the mating bond snapped taut between them, like a plucked string.

The alpha scent pressed down through the blanket, feeling like hot iron and fire against her skin. Trista’s scent gland was momentarily stirred by the familiar scent, heating briefly, as if her instinct urged closeness, only to be crushed back down by her will.

Trista struggled, her face cold. “Cassian, let go of me.”

Cassian tightened his arms, forcing her to look at him. “Trista, have you ever seen any mates act the way we do?”

It wasn’t a question of intimacy.

It was the fact that even his simple embrace was met with rejection, as if she were dodging an intolerable

restraint.

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