The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Third Person’s POV

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Wilmot pulled out a pen and paper on the spot to write the receipt, his movements as efficient as if he were processing a routine pack transaction.

As he wrote, his wrist didn’t falter for a second, but his alpha aura surged first, informing everyone: this was the Ironthorn pack’s decision, and it was non–negotiable.

Just as the omega was about to hand the bank cards to Wilmot, Trista reached out and snatched them back.

The plastic cards grew warm in her grip, the edges nearly cutting into her palm.

The living room fell into a sudden, heavy silence.

The three alpha auras of the Ironthorn pack converged simultaneously, like invisible walls squeezing the air out of the ninety–square–meter apartment.

Wilmot’s aura rose first–sharp, direct, and aggressively coercive.

Howard’s followed, heavier and steadier, like a mountain collapsing downward.

Howard’s voice dropped. “What? Changing your mind?”

Trista didn’t look at him for long.

She turned to face Cassian.

Cassian’s deep eyes flared under the light.

He had been suppressing his aura, but the moment Trista turned, a leak of power escaped like a cracked

dam.

He stepped forward and gripped Trista’s arm.

It wasn’t a heavy grip, but it felt like a wolf locking onto a target, trying to anchor her back into the sphere of his control.

Trista met his gaze, articulating every word clearly, leaving no room for retreat. “I’ll pay the principal. But I won’t give you a single cent of interest.”

The slight softening in Cassian’s expression froze.

His throat worked, his breathing becoming heavier, like a wolf slamming against the bars of a

cage.

Wilmot chimed in immediately, his tone carrying a condescending warning backed by raw pressure. “Do you have any idea how much 1.1 million could generate if Cassian had moved it over three years? The interest we’re asking for is incredibly restrained. If we went strictly by the books, you Silverlight pack could never afford to pay it back.”

Trista ignored Wilmot.

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She stood before Cassian, her eyes rimmed with red, tears swirling but not yet falling.

She had to save Attwater’s tuition; she had to leave a safety net for her parents.

She could sacrifice her pride, but she couldn’t let her family be hollowed out.

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Her lower lip trembled, and her voice shook, yet she remained coherent. “With Trista’s figure and looks… whoever Trista stayed with for three years, she’d earn more than that in interest!”

Her face was deathly pale, her sobs finally breaking through. “Cassian, we lived together for three years. Do you really expect a free ride?”

As those words landed, Cassian’s wolf finally lost control.

The red in his eyes deepened violently. His pheromones erupted like a pressurized bottle being forced open–leaking a cold, aggressive scent unique to the Ironthorn lineage.

As the scent spread, the nearby omega gasped for air, and even Wilmot instinctively squinted.

Cassian roared, his voice cracking with rage, “Trista, shut up!”

Three years of a contract, of countless nights of intimacy and entanglement–she had just shredded it all in the most public, brutal way.

She wasn’t just humiliating him; she was pinning both of them to a pillar of shame.

His fingers tightened, nearly dragging her back into his embrace, as if trying to use the mating bond to force her into submission.

Trista, pushed to her absolute limit, suddenly laughed.

The laughter was broken, and tears finally spilled over. “For the sake of the years we’ve known each other, I’ll give you a discount. Forget the interest. Take the principal. And we terminate the mating!”

She turned and handed the bank card back to Ulva.

She sobbed, “Mom, that money is what I bought with my dignity. We can’t give it to them!”

With that, Trista stumbled back into her room and slammed the door, locking it.

The muffled sound of weeping came from behind the wood–the sound of a young wolf trapped in a cage, choking on its own sorrow.

Cassian stood outside the door, his eyes burning hot, his sanity fraying at the edges.

He hammered on the door before slamming his shoulder against it, his voice hoarse with the raw violence of a wolf losing control. “Trista, open this door!”

Attwater, hearing the commotion, burst out of his room. Seeing Cassian ramming his sister’s door, he ignored his injured wrist, grabbed Cassian by the collar, and threw a punch.

“Attwater!”

Ulva, terrified of the situation escalating to a point of no return, forcibly held her son back.

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