The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Third Person’s POV

Finished

Trista whispered, “If I had known it would come to this, I wouldn’t be here today if I had chosen to mate with you back then.”

Fred was stunned by her statement. “Trista, what if Cassian really has a compelling reason he can’t tell you?”

Trista shook her head, her voice chillingly calm. “No one can sway his decisions unless he is willing. The Ironthorn Alpha is never manipulated. He only moves in the direction he chooses.”

She paused, a hint of exhausted pleading finally entering her voice. “Fred, please help me convince him. Tell him to agree to the termination. I really can’t take it anymore.”

Fred’s expression turned grim. “Trista, you know Cassian’s personality and tactics best. Even the Council might not be able to forcibly break your mating bond if he refuses.”

Trista was terrifyingly composed, as if she had pressed all her pain into her bones. Only a single, light sentence fell from her lips. “If the mating can’t be broken, I will die.”

After safely dropping Trista at her parents‘ place, Fred turned his car around and headed back to Cassian’s new residence.

In the study, the lights were low. Outside the window was the dark ocean of the Blue Bay district.

Cassian stood by the liquor cabinet, offering Fred a glass of scotch.

The glass clinked softly, unnervingly loud in the quiet space.

They stood side–by–side by the floor–to–ceiling window.

Fred turned his head to Cassian. “Want to know what she and I talked about?”

Cassian’s gaze was fixed on the window. He didn’t turn around, but his tone was certain. “She asked you to convince me to terminate the mating.”

Fred twisted his lips. “You only guessed half right.”

Cassian lifted his glass, draining the liquor in one go.

The strong liquor burned down his throat, but his expression remained unchanged.

His defined fingers slowly turned the empty glass. His voice was so calm it was impossible to tell if it was genuine confidence or deliberate avoidance. “If we exclude Samantha and Algernon, there is no problem between Trista and me.”

Fred rolled his eyes, his disgust unconcealed. “But Samantha and Algernon are precisely what tore a rift between you. That gap is as wide as a canyon. Are you sure you can bridge it?”

Cassian turned back to the sofa, sat down, and poured himself another glass.

His movements were unhurried, as if he were delivering a settled conclusion. “Trista has always depended

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on me. If I give her enough time to cool down, she’ll

Fred sat opposite him, staring into his eyes. “She has

Come around.”

Fulshed

She told me tonight that if she had

known you would treat her like this, she would have. I mate with me back then.”

Cassian’s hand, holding the glass, froze

The liquor in the cup subtly sloshed, reflecting the momentary

the momentary

Control in his

Fred sighed, his voice lowering slightly, speaking for a child $$ of c

up trailing behind us. She developed from a naive pup in

the

had watched

eyes.

grow up. “Cassian, Trista grew

Ironthorn as your mate. She has only ever had you in hemature she–wolf she is now, brought into

for twenty years. You shouldn’t have driven

her to this extreme for Samantha, and you shouldn’t have subjected her to emotional abuse.”

Cassian looked up at him, his voice low. “Did she tell you all this?”

Fred nodded. “More than just this.”

The two men held an intense stare.

The study was excessively quiet, the sound of the wind outside the barrier completely muted.

Fred’s expression became serious. He spoke slowly, word by word. “She said, if the mating can’t be broken, she will die.”

The expression on Cassian’s face stiffened, little by little.

He looked away, setting the glass on the table. His fingers rested on the edge for a moment before he shook a cigarette out of the box.

His fingertips trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly. The flare of the lighter illuminated his face, concealing his emotions.

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