The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149 

Trista’s POV 

I fought with everything I had to keep my emotions from boiling over. I didn’t push him away this time; I just gave a small, defeated nod. 

Every time I cave, it feels like another scar on my heart. 

Cassian shut the door with a satisfied click and led me toward the kitchen. “Paisley heard you were coming back before the Blood Moon Festival tomorrow. She’s been slow–cooking Moonlake fish with Silverthread grass–says it’ll help level out your pheromones.” 

Paisley, who was busy in the kitchen, quickly wiped her hands and hurried out. She gave me a respectful Luna bow. “Luna Trista, dinner is almost ready. Please, take a seat and rest. I’ll brew you some Primrose tea.” 

Paisley was a senior omega housekeeper from the ancestral Ironthorn estate. She’d been serving the family for over twenty years; she’d watched Cassian and me grow up. She knew the pack rules–and Cassian’s mind -better than anyone. 

It was obvious. Cassian had been betting on the fact that I’d eventually surrender to reality. 

I glanced at Cassian. A faint, ghost of a smirk played on his lips, and his eyes were full of the calm confidence of a man who owned the world. 

I asked a question I already knew the answer to, my voice dripping with a subtle irony. “How were you so sure I’d actually come back tonight?” 

Cassian didn’t answer right away. Instead, he led me into the bedroom and reached out to help me off with my coat–the one embroidered with the Silverlight crest. He hung it up with practiced care. 

Then he turned back to me, his gaze locking onto mine. “I had faith that you’d make the best choice for yourself–and for Silverlight.” 

Standing there, every ounce of my defiance was smothered by his aura. I didn’t even have the strength to fire back. 

I took a deep breath and cut straight to the chase. “I’m here. I’m back to fulfill my duties as Luna. Now, can you call Dr. Sparrow for my mother?” 

Dr. Sparrow was the elite healer of the werewolf world. He was the one who had spearheaded my mother’s initial treatment. 

Without a second of hesitation, Cassian pulled out his comm–stone right in front of me and gave a few brief, authoritative commands. 

After hanging up, he looked at me. “Dr. Sparrow happens to be visiting family at the LA werewolf sanctuary. He’ll be at the Sanctum Healing Center in twenty minutes.” 

I wanted to laugh. 

It was all so predictable. 

His eyes held the cold, complex glint of pack moonstones. 

His aura softened, his gaze turning gentle–almost indulgent. 

A second later, he leaned in and pulled me into a light embrace. His warm palm rested against the small of my back, his steady pheromones acting as a silent sedative. “You’re my Luna,” he murmured. “You’re the she–wolf mated with me. What would I gain for my pack interests or the stability of Ironthorn by ‘playing‘ you?” 

He let his voice soften, using that specific tone Alphas use to soothe their mates. “Go eat something first. Your pheromones are all over the place. We’ll talk everything through later.” 

It sounded like a suggestion, but the underlying authority left me no room to say no. He never really gave me a choice, did he? 

I let him lead me into the dining room. 

Feeling the cold hardness of his palm against mine, I could only sneer internally. He was so composed, so calculated. First, he does the unforgivable–crushing my dignity and betraying our bond—and then he tries to paint over the cracks with sweet talk. 

If I hadn’t experienced his cold–blooded pragmatism firsthand, I might have actually fallen for this fake tenderness. 

After we sat down, Paisley brought over a tureen. Cassian took it, testing the temperature with his finger.