The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

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Looking at his biracial features up close, I realized for the first time that some male wolves. could look even more delicate than she–wolves.

Cassian’s handsomeness was rugged–a sharp, overt aggression, like a blade held openly in

hand.

But Isaiah was different.

His beauty was more androgynous and more dangerous, like a sharp ornament pinned to one’s throat–arresting and dazzling up close, yet capable of slicing skin at any moment.

But it wasn’t his face that kept me on guard.

It was the sudden shift in the air as he approached.

This wasn’t the presence of an ordinary Alpha; it was a disordered aura.

It felt as if his wolf had been deprived of rest and solace for so long that it existed in a state of half–awake frenzy. Once unleashed, his aura fluctuated wildly–sharp one second, chaotic the next–like instincts that had been suppressed too many times and were now screaming for an exit.

That scent wasn’t just about suppression.

It felt like a calculated provocation, a test meant to force me back half a step to see if I was worthy of standing before him.

The air in the room grew noticeably heavy.

Xander’s breathing hitched, and the scents of the lower–ranking wolves in the office seemed to shrink back instantly. Even the hum of the medical equipment sounded intrusive.

But I didn’t retreat.

I steadied my breath.

I instinctively pushed down the restlessness in my own veins–Silverlight blood didn’t recoil under this kind of aura.

Moreover, I wasn’t just representing myself; I was representing the expertise of the healing center and the rules of my profession.

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I didn’t even go out of my way to release pheromones; I simply stood my ground, keeping my energy within the balanced range only an alpha could maintain.

A second later, I felt Isaiah’s wolf falter.

That provocative wave of aura was met with a steady reception from my side.

It wasn’t a counter–suppression; it felt more like an unconscious act of soothing.

Isaiah’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if even he didn’t realize what had just happened.

I looked up, meeting those brownish–grey eyes, my voice clear and calm without a hint of yielding. “Are you going to let me treat you, or not?”

Isaiah pointed at me, then at himself, as if checking if he had misheard.

Finally, he turned to Xander, his tone exaggerated to the point of absurdity. “She’s a healer, and she actually dares to talk to me like that?”

Xander hesitated before leaning in to whisper a reminder. “Healer Trista is Alpha Cassian’s

mate.”

Isaiah blinked. “Which Alpha Cassian?”

“Ironthorn Pack, Los Angeles.”

“Cassian.”

“Huh.”

“Interesting.”

Isaiah stared at me and laughed.

The sound was low and cold, like something being ground between his teeth, laced with a dangerous sort of amusement.

Yet, within those laughs, his aura quietly receded a notch.

I didn’t want anything to do with Cassian anymore.

But since Xander had already said it, explaining myself now would only make me look defensive.

Isaiah’s brownish–grey eyes locked onto me again, measuring me up to see if I truly belonged where I stood. “I’ll do it.”

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He tilted his chin, his tone sounding like a business deal. “If you cure me, I’ll back you up. But if you fail and mess up my condition-”

He stopped, the corners of his mouth curling into an ambiguous arc, before swallowing the threat with two more low chuckles.

But I heard it clearly.

What he meant was, “If that happens, I’ll have the Ironthorn Alpha come out and settle the score on my behalf.”

I remained unfazed, my tone cautious and professional. “I can treat you, but cooperate.”

you must

I wasn’t sure why he changed his mind the moment he heard I was “Cassian’s mate,” but I knew one thing for certain – this level of aura imbalance and chronic sleep–deprived instinctual disorder was a textbook nightmare of a case.

And a patient of this status, with this much risk, was an opportunity.

Isaiah shrugged, his eyes full of that ‘I’m doing this for you‘ look. “I’m all yours. A hundred percent.”

I didn’t waste any more words and immediately ordered a full physical workup.

I needed to have his baseline data firmly in hand before I could even talk about a treatment plan.

After Isaiah left the office, Xander whispered a warning. “The Locke pack is one of the strongest in Europe. Alpha Isaiah is the youngest in the line of succession, and the hardest to manage.”

“His sleep disorder has lasted three years.” Xander looked at me, his expression serious. “Almost every famous healer has seen him.”

“If you can cure him,” he paused, “you’ll be famous overnight.”

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