The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 15

**Where Soft Light Shines Darkness Fades From Tired Hearts by Evan Holt Crane**
**Chapter 15**

**Trista’s POV**

The moment felt surreal, as if time had slowed. His grip tightened around my wrist, cool and unyielding, pulling me back against his solid form. I could feel his heartbeat thudding against my back, a steady reminder of his presence, but it was not a comfort.

As I inhaled deeply, the scent that enveloped us was not mine; it was hers. It invaded my senses—warm, sweet, and tinged with a dampness that made my stomach churn. I could almost feel my wolf’s instincts rising, its ears flattening in a primal warning that echoed in my mind, urging me, “Retreat.”

My throat constricted painfully, memories flooding back to the moment we had stood beneath the awning. I could still see the way he had completely shielded her from the rain, the way he had cocooned her in his embrace. A wave of nausea crashed over me, a visceral reaction to the betrayal I felt.

With a surge of anger, I shoved him away, the force of my movement surprising even myself. My fingers instinctively rubbed at the wrist he had gripped too tightly, the skin now red and angry. “Don’t touch me!” I shouted, my voice breaking as I lost control.

I locked my gaze onto his, speaking slowly and with deliberate clarity, “You have another she-wolf’s pheromones on you. My wolf can’t stand it.” The words hung in the air, sharp and slicing, like a blade cutting through the tension that filled the room.

His expression hardened, a mix of defiance and annoyance flickering across his features. Even as his Alpha aura dropped, it still loomed over us, crushing every sound in the space. “Trista, I’m not as dirty as you think.” His voice was low, almost a growl, but I could sense the desperation beneath it.

He held me tightly, attempting to pull me back into his embrace, but I felt like a wild creature fighting against a trap. My chest heaved as I struggled for breath, the air thick with tension. “I am a descendant of the Ice Wolf. The Silverlight vow is clear: we despise disloyalty. Don’t try to calm me with your scent mixed with hers. It will make me vomit.”

I watched as he visibly stiffened, but instead of letting go, his arm tightened around me. I could feel his soothing pheromones wafting near my neck, but it only made my stomach churn more violently. “Don’t be like this, it’s not what you think—”

But my body had other ideas. A wave of nausea hit me, and I doubled over, unable to contain it any longer.

“…Ugh.” I collapsed to my knees, the cold tile pressing against my skin.

Without hesitation, he scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet, dry-heaving, my eyes stinging with tears that threatened to spill.

He stood beside me, silent and observant, his eyes calculating. I could almost hear his thoughts racing—he was always so meticulous, so aware. We kept wolfsbane contraceptives on the nightstand, a precaution against any accidents.

His gaze narrowed, and I felt a sudden ripple of energy as he lightly tapped his temple, sending a quick Mind-Link through the air.

In less than two minutes, the doorbell chimed, breaking the tense silence. The pack doctor’s footsteps paused outside before he entered, his expression flat and businesslike. “Lunar Resonance Test,” he announced, walking in with a glass-tube device. “A single drop of blood, synchronized with your pheromone curve, will determine if you are carrying a pup.”

I extended my hand, feeling the cold metal of the device against my skin as he pricked my finger with one claw tip. The blood pooled in the tube, its color harmonizing with my scent.

For a brief moment, the pale liquid emitted a faint glow, only to extinguish just as quickly.

“No pregnancy resonance detected.” The doctor checked the result, nodding at me before quietly exiting and closing the door behind him.

I splashed water on my face, drying off hastily before making my way back to the bedroom. Leaning against the doorframe, I spoke with a mixture of bitterness and resolve. “You can relax. Even if an accident happened, I would never let my child be compared to or fight with the son of the woman in your heart.”

He turned his gaze from me to the instrument the doctor had taken away, his brow furrowing in contemplation. “Do you really hate the idea of having children with me so much?”

The truth was, I wasn’t pregnant. My sickness stemmed from sheer revulsion, a visceral reaction to everything that had just unfolded.

I managed a laugh, though it was fragile and bitter, like the sound of wind scraping against metal.

“The one who truly hates the idea is you,” I thought, walking past him with purpose. “Mind-Link me if you need anything. I’m leaving now.”

He raised his hand, pressing the door bolt shut with a decisive click. “It’s late, and it’s still raining. Where are you going?”

“Anywhere, as long as it’s away from you.”

Our eyes locked, the air between us crackling with unspoken tension. The mating bond pulsed faintly behind my ribs, sending a shiver through me before it fell silent.

He let out a low, almost mocking laugh, “Are you sure?”

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