The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Third Person’s POV

The car cabin was instantly stifling.

The two drove in silence, each guarding an invisible boundary.

The line was sharp and clear, and neither was willing to cross it first.

Just as dusk fell, the car smoothly pulled into the Ironthorn pack’s main estate.

Lights lined the fence. The territory barrier settled silently around them, like an invisible guard.

A pack guard opened the door, and Trista stepped out.

Wynn rushed over excitedly. “Luna Trista, I was worried you wouldn’t come back-”

Finished

Alaina affectionately took Trista’s hand; leading her toward the living room, her tone eager and gentle. “Trista, I had the kitchen grill some fish for you. Enjoy it later.”

Cassian followed Trista. He watched his mother and sister lead her to the dining room, his gaze flickering.

He was caught between two competing orders: the pack’s appearance of normalcy and the fracture in his mating bond.

Trista entered the dining room, still greeting the elders politely.

Even though Cassian had betrayed her, and even though she was preparing for the termination, she couldn’t lose her composure at the Ironthorn dinner table.

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The Luna’s position was public, and the surrounding was public. She couldn’t give anyone an opening.

The table was set with a rich, fragrant, ceremonial Thanksgiving dinner, but Trista couldn’t bring herself to

eat.

She had meant to spend a quiet holiday with her parents, but instead, she had ended up with Attwater’s wrist injured and her parents consumed by worry.

unable to swallow a bite out of concern for her.

Right now, the dinner table at the Silverlight re

Alaina occasionally poured wine for Trista. Trist practiced etiquette.

Cassian watched Trista’s every reaction.

was certainly just as somber, her parents likely

mechanically thanked her, her movements as standard as

He placed a bowl of soup in front of her, gently pushing it forward, then checking the temperature with his hand. His voice was deliberately soft. “Your favorite mushroom soup. Alaina had the kitchen slow–simmer it just for you.”

Trista looked down at the soup’s surface.

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The creamy liquid barely trembled. Steam rose in the light, yet she couldn’t take a breath.

Her mind uncontrollably flashed to a different scene-

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In the healing center ward, Cassian standing by the bed, leaning over to feed Samantha medicine.

His movements then were just as gentle, his voice just as low, as if afraid of disturbing something fragile.

Her stomach instantly twisted.

It wasn’t nausea. It was the pain of an old wound being repeatedly pressed, dull, yet stubborn.

She realized her grip on the silverware was tightening, her knuckles turning white.

If she stayed any longer, she feared she would lose control at the Ironthorn dinner table.

Trista forced herself to stand up. Her voice was barely a whisper, yet completely clear. “I need to use the

restroom.”

She excused herself and left the dining room.

Wilmot finally lost his temper. His throat bobbed, and his deep voice carried clear displeasure and the chill of violated authority. “She walks in here with her mood written all over her face.”

His eyes were sharp. “Pheromones spiking, emotions in turmoil. She’s getting less and less disciplined.”

It wasn’t just a reprimand; it was the warning of an older Alpha to his heir.

Alaina didn’t immediately agree.

She turned to her son, her voice dropping, becoming sharper. “Cassian.”

She used his first name.

“Be honest with me. What exactly happened between you and Trista?”

Cassian stood up, his movements controlled and fluid, without a hint of distress.

“Mother, Father,” he began, his voice steady, devoid of any fluctuation. “You don’t need to worry.”

“We are completely normal.”

Howard let out a cold snort.

It wasn’t just simple disdain, but a deep, low growl from his chest, very quiet, yet carrying the unique pressure of an elderly alpha.

The air seemed to compress an inch from the sound, and even the current beneath the chandelier slowed,

Cassian offered no further explanation.

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