The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Third Person’s POV

Late that night, Cassian returned to his bedroom alone.

Finished

He lay on his side in the expansive bed, reaching out to the

space beside him.

It was empty and cold.

The dull ache radiating from his shoulder served as a hours ago.

persistent reminde,

she had indeed been here just

That small throb of pain felt like a residual echo of the mating bond, rhythmically drumming against his nerves in the dark.

The following morning, Trista went out to collect herbal ointments for Attwater.

Since Silverlight’s medications required registration at the healing center, she visited a partner pharmacy.

As she stepped out of the pickup window with her medical bag, she ran straight into Samantha.

Samantha was perched on high heels, wearing a form–fitting dress and flawless makeup, her stride as light as if she were heading to a date.

There wasn’t a trace of lupine frailty about her–she looked entirely too healthy for someone who had just been in an “accident.”

Seeing Trista, Samantha approached with a soft, practiced tone. “Ms. Holmes, how is Attwater’s injury?”

Trista gave her a single look, remained silent, and turned to walk away.

Samantha followed at an unhurried pace, seemingly confident that Trista wouldn’t touch her in a public

space.

She stopped at the counter and nonchalantly purchased two boxes of condoms.

As the cashier bagged them, Samantha made sure the rustle of the plastic was loud enough for Trista to

hear.

When Trista reached the pharmacy exit, Samantha caught up and pulled a box of emergency contraceptives from the bag, holding it out to Trista.

She wore a look of perfectly calibrated shyness, her voice a whisper. “Since you and Cassian haven’t seen each other in so long, you might need this.”

Trista’s gaze slowly traveled from the box up to Samantha’s eyes.

This wasn’t concern; it was a provocation. It was a malicious reminder that her mate was elsewhere, and her position was being trampled by another she–wolf.

The next second, the corner of Trista’s mouth twitched, and she delivered a stinging slap.

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The sharp sound echoed, and everything in Samantha’s hands hit the ground.

The plastic boxes clattered against the stone tiles, skittering away like a series of harsh taunts.

Trista didn’t look down at the items.

She simply stood there, her spine rigid as a bared blade.

Her powerful alpha bloodline surged, no longer restrained.

Her aura expanded silently, a cold tide rising from her feet, tightening the air in the vicinity.

The crowd near the pharmacy entrance instinctively retreated, their breathing shallow.

Samantha’s face went bone–white.

Her wolf struggled beneath her skin, her shoulders trembling under the weight of the pressure.

She tried to remain steady, but the aura pressed down so hard her bones seemed to ache.

She didn’t dare speak out; she could only clutch her face and swallow the humiliation.

Finished

Trista’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was unmistakably clear. “Samantha, as of this moment, Cassian and I are still mates. Doing things like this in front of me will gain you nothing.”

Samantha struggled for composure, her eyes burning with venom. “If I tell Cassian you hit me, he won’t let this go!”

Trista pulled out her phone, the screen lighting up. her movements were crisp. “Do you want to call him now? I can dial the number for you and have him come here immediately.”

Samantha’s eyes flickered toward the boxes on the ground, a flash of panic crossing her face.

She knew perfectly well that if Cassian saw these, his first reaction wouldn’t be sympathy–it would be disgust at her manipulation.

She pivoted instantly, her voice softening as she put the mask back on. “Ms. Holmes, I was only trying to be helpful. After all, since I returned, Cassian spends most of his time with me. It’s understandable if he seeks intimacy with you after so long. I wouldn’t be jealous.”

As Trista turned to leave, Samantha threw one last jab, her words coated in honey. “Cassian promised me he would never let you carry his child. That’s why I thought I’d bring you a box, thinking you’d need it.”

Trista stopped and turned back.

Her gaze was so cold it almost looked like a sort of detached pity.

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