The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136 
Third Person’s POV 
Howard’s obsidian cane slammed against the floor. The heavy, muffled sound cut through everyone’s words like a gavel. 
This time, he didn’t hold back. His aura as an ancient Alpha descended, forcing every non–Alpha in the room to tense up instinctively. 
“Ironthorn was built on the blood of generations,” Howard barked, his voice ice–cold. “You are the current Alpha. You cannot afford to be the center of this kind of scandal! If you can’t get this chaos under control and terminate that bond before the Council meets, don’t blame me when I start playing dirty with Silverlight members!” 
Cassian, Alaina, and Wynn all stood up at once. 
Wynn’s voice turned shrill with panic. “Grandpa, Ulva and Randolph are family. They haven’t done anything wrong! You can’t touch them!” 
Alaina stepped forward as well, her posture taut. “Regardless of everything, Trista is the mate Cassian chose. You should at least respect his position.” 
Howard’s aura dropped even lower, suffocating the air. “This is not your place to speak.” 
Cassian’s eyes darkened, a slow fracture appearing deep within his pupils. 
He ground his teeth, his voice freezing over. “Grandpa, if you dare touch anyone from Silverlight, I promise you’ll regret it.” 
With an omega supporting him, Howard slowly got to his feet. 
Two generations of Alphas stood face–to–face, their pheromones no longer hidden. It was a head–on collision of raw power and seasoned ruthlessness. The air crackled with a faint, distorted electrical charge, making it hard for anyone else to even breathe. 
After a few seconds of silence, Howard hammered out each word like an iron nail into the floor. 
“Anyone who stands in your way–anyone who slows Ironthorn down–I will cut them out. I don’t care who they are or what pack they come from.” 
Cassian’s hands, hanging at his sides, balled into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. 
He didn’t fire back, but his out–of–control wolf aura made his stance crystal clear. 
Howard’s tone offered no room for negotiation. “You clean this mess up before the Council hearing begins. No loose ends. Otherwise, I guarantee you’ll be the one living with the regret.” 
The two Alphas locked eyes for a long, silent beat, their auras clashing invisibly. 
Finally, Cassian suppressed the snarling wolf inside him and stormed out. 
Late night, Blue Bay. 
Only a single wall lamp was on in the bedroom, casting a dim, low light. 
Cassian was wrapped in a dark robe, the belt tied loosely. The lapels hung open, revealing the hard lines of his abs in the shadows as he moved. 
He stood by the wall, a glass of liquor in his hand, his gaze lingering on the wedding portrait inch by inch. 
In the photo, Trista was in her white gown, leaning against him with a bright, radiant smile. 
His body was tilted slightly toward her, a subconscious protective instinct he’d tried to temper for the camera. 
On the bed, his phone was on speaker. Fred’s voice came through, unusually grave. “Cassian, you know how Howard plays. If he decides to go after Silverlight, you can’t stop him. If you keep digging your heels in, you’re not just dragging Trista down–you’re pulling her family into the line of fire. End it with some dignity. Don’t force her to truly hate you.” 
The call ended, leaving the room in a suffocating silence. 
Cassian stood there for a long time, staring at the photo. 
He raised his glass toward Trista’s smiling eyes and whispered, “Welcome home, Luna Trista.” 
The next morning, Trista received a call from Humphrey. 
His tone was as respectful as ever. “Luna Trista, Alpha Cassian has instructed me to inform you: the termination papers are ready for signing this afternoon.” 
She didn’t hesitate. She hung up and immediately contacted her consultant; Klein. 
Cassian hadn’t reached out personally, choosing to use Humphrey as a buffer–a standard “strictly business” move. 
But Trista knew exactly what was happening. 
Her words from the other night had worked. 
To save his reputation, to stabilize Ironthorn’s interests, and to protect Samantha and that kid, he was finally ready to sign. 
At 2 PM, Trista and Klein arrived at the designated meeting floor. 
When the door opened, Cassian was already there. 
He sat at the head of the table in a dark business suit, his tie perfect, his cufflinks understated. His dark eyes locked onto her the moment she stepped in, making no effort to look away. 
Trista scanned the room. 
Cassian had two pack legal advisors on one side and Humphrey behind him. 
She took a seat at the opposite end of the long table, facing him across the expanse of wood. 
Cassian didn’t waste time on pleasantries or expressions. He just watched her. 
Trista laid out the termination agreement she’d prepared. 
Humphrey quickly passed the documents to Cassian’s side, where the legal advisors began checking the clauses. 
Once they confirmed everything was in order, Cassian finally spoke, his voice low and clinical. 
“The mating bond can be dissolved. But there’s a catch you hand over every piece of evidence you have against me first.”