The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 

Trista’s POV 

I knitted my brows and countered, “Is it not because you left me behind without a single word, leaving before me?” 

Cassian’s dark gaze settled heavily on my face. 

He was just about to speak when I cut him off, my voice calm and clear. “You don’t need to explain anything about you and her. I understand.” 

Just because I was forced to stand in this position didn’t mean I wanted to hear a single detail about Samantha. 

Once those words entered my ears, they would seep into my bones like pheromones. 

At night, I would be forced to replay them over and over; the lingering pull of the mating bond would drag me back into those mental images, making my wolf waver, tremble, and lose control–as if my head were being held down to smell a scent that had rotted long ago. 

I didn’t want to subject myself to that torture anymore. 

The color in Cassian’s eyes darkened, and his tone turned cold. “I haven’t said anything yet. What exactly do you ‘understand“?” 

I lifted my head, meeting his deep, impenetrable gaze. 

I didn’t retreat, and I didn’t hide. 

I enunciated every word. “I understand that you and Samantha are sincere about each other.” 

“I also understand that you can’t bring her out into the open.” 

“I understand that you’re protecting her–protecting her reputation, her safety, and that child’s identity.” 

“And I understand that you’re pushing back against the rules of the pack.” 

My voice was crisp. “You don’t accept the elders‘ arrangements; you want to do things your own way.” 

I paused. My throat felt tight, but I pushed the words out anyway–because I had finally laid bare the things he least wanted to hear. “So, you keep her in your shadows, and you let me stand by your side as the ‘decency‘ you need.” 

“Trista!” 

Cassian’s face darkened, and he interrupted me in a low voice. 

It sounded like a suppressed wolf’s growl. The aura didn’t explode, but it was enough to make the surrounding air tighten instantly, like an invisible wire strangling my throat. 

My breath did hitch for a second. 

But I looked Cassian straight in the eye. When I spoke the next sentence, my voice was eerily steady–even I was surprised. “Actually, I can understand you even more now.” 

I watched him, articulating every syllable. “Your heart clearly belongs to her, yet you have to face me every day. Your mood must be just as terrible as mine.” 

At that moment, our mating bond tightened slightly in my chest. It wasn’t pain; it was a cold, clear tug, as if reminding me of the weight of those words. 

Cassian instinctively reached out to pull me toward him. 

My heart surged with a sudden revulsion, and I reflexively shoved his hand away. 

The movement was forceful and decisive. I took two steps back to put distance between us, my spine held perfectly straight. 

“To the outside world, I am your partner by law and by pack decree,” I continued, my tone bordering on cruel in its detachment. “But between you and her, the one who isn’t loved is the extra one.” 

I paused, my throat constricted, but I finished it. 

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