The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159 

Trista’s POV 

I bit my lower lip. My scent gland was radiating a faint heat, as if the warmth of the mark he’d left on me last night was still burning there. 

I forced myself to take deep breaths, forcing my wolf to shove her pheromones back down. 

Finally, my emotions cooled, leaving me like a beach after the tide recedes–nothing but stinging sand and a mess of wreckage. 

Cassian seemed to have been waiting for this moment of silence. 

He leaned down and pulled me into his arms, his palm flat against my back. The gesture looked gentle, but it carried a strength that warned me not to struggle. 

Then, he pulled a key from his pocket and pressed it into my hand. 

The metal was freezing, like a sliver of the cold moon. 
“This is the key to the villa downtown,” he murmured. “Let your parents move back in there.” 

I pulled out of his embrace and took two steps back, like I was escaping a net that was slowly tightening. 

I set the key aside and rejected him. My voice was calmer now, but it was sharper. “My parents already have a place to live. If you really care about them, give us back the obsidian cane.” 

Cassian locked eyes with me. “You are the Ironthorn Luna now. It isn’t appropriate for your parents to keep living in a run–down government housing project.” 

I looked away, a cold smirk tugging at my lips. “Cassian, it’s just the two of us here. You don’t need to act like such a ‘good man.” 

His gaze darkened several shades–it was like fire being pressed under iron, ready to scald anyone who touched it. 

Yet, he nodded readily, as if the mask I’d just pierced was nothing but a thin layer of tissue paper. 

“We are mates,” he said, stepping toward me. He rested a hand on my waist, the movement as natural as if he were smoothing out a piece of his own property. “Spending money on your parents is what I’m supposed to do.” 

He paused, then added, “There’s a private jewelry gala tomorrow night. I want to introduce you to someone.” It sounded like he was asking for my opinion, but his attitude was pure coercion. 

I didn’t respond. 

In his eyes, I was just a Luna who had to show up, had to cooperate, and had to maintain the image. 

The next evening, I walked into the gala in a starry–night gown, my arm linked with Cassian’s. 

The lights at the entrance showered down like crushed diamonds, making my dress look like I was draped in the night sky itself. 

But I knew it was just a shell. 

Cassian was in a custom black suit, the lines of his shoulders razor–sharp, his presence immovable. 

He kept his pheromones tightly reined in, yet the weight of them was still enough to keep people from getting too close. 

The aura of the Ironthorn Alpha acted like an invisible brand; the moment he appeared, he was the center of the room. 

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