The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 125

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Samantha knew exactly how ruthless Cassian could be. She also knew his wolf loathed being deceived above all else.

That was why she had prepared her backup plan the moment she set foot back in the country.

The more he doubted her, the more he investigated her, the more he would find himself swinging between “the suffering she endured” and “the debt he owed her.”

In the end, his guilt would only deepen, making it impossible for him to truly push her away.

On the roadside, Cassian watched the black luxury car pull away. He stood in the night wind, his shoulders taut.

The streetlights stretched his shadow long across the pavement–a wolf suppressing its fury, unnervingly quiet.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his voice as cold as metal scraping bone. “Humphrey. Investigate Samantha’s life abroad over the last six years. I want details. Timelines, addresses, cash flow, medical records—all of it.”

After hanging up, he stood there for a few more seconds.

He forced his breathing to slow, suppressing the surging lupine instinct, forcing himself to be cold and clinical before he made his next move.

That evening, Cassian returned to the Ironthorn estate after a personal call from Howard.

The living room was brightly lit, but the air felt like ice.

Wynn was still fuming, her voice laced with resentment. “Haven’t you already abandoned your family for that she–wolf? What are you even doing back here?”

Cassian’s face darkened as he reprimanded her. His alpha dominance wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to silence her instantly. “Wynn, you’re getting bolder and more out of line. Don’t you ever speak with such sarcasm to me.”

Wynn wilted immediately, crushed back into place by Cassian’s aura.

Alaina stood up, her gaze sharp. “If you’re brave enough to talk back to me, then what is Wynn to you?”

Cassian pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaustion etched into his features. “Mom, can you

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please stay out of my private life?”

He paused, getting to the point. “Samantha is Algernon’s mother. What if the media had caught you hitting someone in the street?”

Alaina’s face was grim, her voice cutting. “Let them. Maybe then Trista could finally be free of

this.”

Cassian looked down, falling into silence.

Those words felt like nails driven into the most sensitive part of his chest.

He wanted to argue, but he found he couldn’t muster a single convincing word.

Wilmot spoke first, his tone carrying the cold, rhythmic cadence of a man used to giving orders. “You’ve let the situation spiral out of control.”

He looked at Alaina, his eyes showing no comfort, only calculation and disapproval. “Did you think about what this public lapse in judgment means for Cassian? For Ironthorn?”

He continued, his voice becoming indisputable. “Cassian is the current Alpha. Every choice he makes must prioritize the pack. He hasn’t let his emotions lead him; that is exactly what an Alpha must do.”

Wilmot’s gaze shifted to Cassian. “He gave her a choice. She chose to leave; he did not abandon her.”

He paused, adding coldly, “Do you expect him to drop his dignity as an Alpha in public just to beg a mate who refuses to submit?”

Alaina’s fingertips trembled.

She opened her mouth, but for a moment, the words wouldn’t come.

Only then did Howard speak.

His voice was lower and slower than Wilmot’s. “A former Ironthorn Luna, overstepping in public to force an Alpha’s hand.”

His gaze fell on Alaina, devoid of warmth. “You went too far.”

He continued unhurriedly, “To hold that position, you must understand that personal feelings always come after the decision. The pack does not pay for anyone’s emotions.”

Alaina looked at the three men before her.

She knew them too well.

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In their world, “decency” was just a mask for raw interest and profit.

When power, succession, and pack stability were on the line, they would push anyone away without hesitation–including her, and including Trista.

Cassian had been raised in this logic.

He had been trained to be an Alpha who knew how to crush his own instincts.

He became a sharp blade–to be used for the pack first, personal will second.

Alaina said nothing more.

She grabbed Wynn’s hand and walked out.

After Alaina and Wynn left, the living room felt hollow.

Cassian stood there, the wolf in his chest beginning to growl low.

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