The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 127

Third Person’s POV

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Early evening, at a modest apartment building in the south end of the city.

Samantha had prepared a full dinner, showered, and changed into a fresh dress.

When the doorbell rang, she shot a glance at her mother, Georgia. Georgia went to open the door.

The moment the front door opened, Cassian stepped inside. His Alpha aura descended heavily, forcing the sweet fragrance of the room to retreat.

Algernon burst out from the living room, hugging Cassian’s legs and looking up with a shout, “Daddy!”

Cassian looked at Samantha.

Samantha immediately pulled a stern face, her voice deliberately raised. “Algernon, this is Alpha Cassian. You are not allowed to call him that—”

Startled by her tone, Algernon’s nose crinkled, and tears instantly flooded his eyes.

He wailed in protest, “No! I want Alpha Cassian to be my daddy!”

The Alpha aura in the living room was already heavy, and as Algernon’s crying exploded, pheromones turned chaotic.

Algernon’s scent carried an unformed lupine nature–lightweight yet stinging–unconscious rubbing against Cassian’s nerves.

Georgia rushed forward, almost losing control.

Her face was a sickly shade of grey, her emotions completely uncontainable, her steps fast and erratic as if something inside her were pushing her forward.

She didn’t actually reach out to grab anyone, but she leaned in dangerously close, her breathing shallow, her scent losing all control in an instant.

The omega scent was acrid and biting, filled with blatant rejection and aggression, poured into the air without restraint.

“You dare yell at him?” Georgia’s voice was tight, sharp enough to split the air. “You vanished six years ago without a single word! Now you come back with a wolf pup who has no father?”

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She pointed at Algernon, her finger trembling. “Do you have any idea how people look at him?”

Georgia’s scent became increasingly disorganized–a mix of cloying sweetness and sour bitterness, like something fermented too long, making one’s skin crawl.

“A child needs a father!” she practically roared. “If you couldn’t give him that–why did you give birth to him in the first place?”

This time, it seemed Samantha was truly hit.

Her face turned deathly pale. She stumbled back, the scent gland on her neck tightening until it throbbed under the stimulation of the chaotic aroma.

Her wolf twitched beneath her skin, and her pheromones leaked out uncontrollably–a fearful, submissive sweetness, searching for any anchor to hold onto.

“Mom… please stop…”

She clutched her head, her voice shaking, hovering on the brink of a breakdown.

The scents in the house began to collapse into disorder.

Georgia’s omega essence was completely haywire, not only attacking Samantha but backlashing against herself. It wasn’t a judgment; it was the precursor to a violent outburst.

Right then, Cassian moved.

He stepped forward, cutting directly between the two she–wolves.

His Alpha aura dropped instantly. The moment Georgia’s out–of–control sour scent was suppressed, she visibly stiffened, her breathing breaking rhythm as if her momentum had be snatched away.

“Enough,” Cassian said, his voice low and steady, carrying a command that brooked no defiance.

He reached out to steady Samantha, pulling her away from Georgia’s chaotic scent and pressing her down to sit on the sofa.

Samantha was still shaking, her pheromones surging in erratic waves.

Georgia was forced back half a step by the sheer weight of the aura.

Her eyes were still filled with rage, but they began to dart around. A second later, she turned abruptly, almost fleeing as she grabbed Algernon.

“Let’s go,” she said, her voice suddenly soft, but a frantic kind of soft. “Out with Grandma.”

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“We’re going out to buy some things…”

Georgia’s steps were still hurried as she led Algernon away.

The door closed, leaving only Cassian and Samantha in the house.

Cassian poured a glass of water for her.

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Samantha held the glass with both hands, her fingertips white, her eyes as red as if they’d been scrubbed. “I’m sorry, Cassian. I’m sorry you were caught in the middle of this-”

Cassian sat across from her. He pulled out the bank card again and placed it on the table.

His tone was unreadable, like he was delivering a final arrangement. “Samantha, stop forcing it. Take this card and buy a house. The remaining balance is enough for you and Algernon to live

on-”

Samantha looked down, her gaze fixed on the card.

She knew exactly what the limit on that card represented, but she knew Cassian’s mindset even better–guilt would make him more willing to compensate, more willing to shoulder a heavier burden of responsibility.

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