The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 

Third Person’s POV 

He seemed to drift for a split second, but his voice remained maddeningly calm. “If you hadn’t started making a scene about terminating the bond in the first place, none of this would have escalated to this point.” 

Trista let out a sharp, bitter laugh–one that held no warmth, only a bone–chilling coldness. “So, in your eyes, I’m just supposed to accept being betrayed? I’m supposed to clean up the mess for all of you and carry the full weight of your schemes? Is that it?” 

Cassian’s patience had worn thin. His voice was laced with blatant irritation. “It’s not betrayal; it’s my past. You are my mate–you were supposed to accept it from the start.” 

The second those words left his mouth, the air in the room felt like it had been set on fire. 

Trista snapped. Like a fuse reaching a powder keg, she lost all control. She slammed her fists into his chest over and over, every strike fueled by a wolf’s primal, suppressed rage. “Why should I have to accept it?! Why the hell should I?!” 

Cassian’s eyes darkened. With a swift flick of his wrist, he hooked an arm around her waist and hauled her flush against him. His other hand clamped firmly behind her head, forcing her to look up and lock eyes with him, their breaths tangling in the narrow space between them. 

He spoke in a low growl, every word driving into her like a nail. “Trista, you were the one who stepped up to be my mate and my Luna. Since you chose me, you take everything that comes with me. All of it.”. 

Trapped in his embrace, she had nowhere to retreat. Her very bones were locked in place by his Alpha aura, leaving her to struggle like a wild thing. 

Her eyes were bloodshot, her fingers clawing at the fabric of his shirt, her voice hoarse but every syllable crystal clear. “If I had known back then that you had someone else in your heart, I would never have chosen you!” 

Cassian’s arm tightened around her waist, pinning her even harder against his chest, refusing to give her an inch of space to escape. 

His tone was cold and final, leaving zero room for negotiation. “You don’t have a choice anymore. You either accept this and come back to me, or you stay in that cell and rot until you change your mind.” 

The atmospheric pressure in the room plummeted. 

Trista felt like she was suffocating. Her wolf bristled, every hair standing on end like a thousand needles. She hammered against him with everything she had left. “Cassian, you are a goddamn monster!” 

She didn’t have much strength left, but she threw herself at him with a suicidal intensity, hitting him right where his heart met his ribs. 

Unable to break free, she ducked her head and bit down–hard–on his shoulder, right near the scent gland. 

Her teeth tore through flesh instantly. The metallic tang of blood flooded the space between them, mixing with the sharp, woody scent of his pheromones until the air tasted like bitter ash. 

A scaring pain spiked from his shoulder deep into his marrow. 

Cassian let out a muffled grunt, but his instinct was to pull her closer, holding her tight while she vented her rage on him. He didn’t push her away, and he didn’t bite back; he only ramped up his pheromone suppression just enough to pin down her spiraling wolf. 

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