The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 150

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Chapter 150

Trista’s POV

He used the gentlest tone to say the cruelest things. It was like a velvet–wrapped ice blade driving straight into my heart.

I forced down the surge of emotion and picked up the silver spoon, but the warm broth felt like lead in my mouth. I couldn’t swallow.

Just then, the comm–stone on the table buzzed.

I glanced at the screen. Samantha’s name was glaringly bright under the moonstone light.

Cassian looked up at me, hesitated for a few seconds, and then–right in front of my face–he answered it.

I sat there in silence, listening to him use that same soft, attentive tone with her. It made my eardrums ache.

My hand was shaking so hard from the strain of holding that spoon that I could feel the sharp sting of my claws wanting to burst through my skin.

This was my future. I’d have to endure Samantha and her son constantly invading the boundaries of our mating bond, eroding the territory that belonged to me as the Ironthorn Luna. I’d have to be like one of those weak she–wolves who depended on an Alpha for survival, pretending everything was fine while he betrayed me. For the sake of my mother’s treatment and the safety of the Silverlight pack, I had to swallow every bit of humiliation. No fighting, no scenes. Just playing the part of the perfect consort to maintain his image, covering up every crack in our bond.

I didn’t say a word, but my pheromones turned as cold as ice.

Like a pre–programmed machine, I lifted the bowl and forced myself to take a sip. The warm liquid slid down my throat, but it couldn’t thaw the heart I’d already frozen over.

This was the path he chose, and this was the price I had to pay for my family–and for a “love” that was already ground into dust.

Cassian watched my every move. Once he saw me actually eating, he hung up the phone without a second thought, as if the call were just some trivial background noise.

Neither of us touched much of that meticulously prepared dinner. The air was thick with a suffocating silence and the clashing of our pheromones.

After dinner, Cassian led me into the study. The walls were etched with silver–veined wards to prevent pheromone leaks–this was where he handled the pack’s darkest secrets.

The moment we stepped inside, I couldn’t hold back anymore. My pheromones spiked. “Cassian, I want you to drop the charges. Now. Clean up my name and restore Silverlight’s dignity.”

Cassian glanced at me, pulled a document from a moonstone–inlaid drawer, and set it lightly on the desk. His pace remained maddeningly methodical. “Sign this supplemental mating bond agreement first. As long as it doesn’t hurt Ironthorn’s interests, I’ll give you whatever you want.”