The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171 

Third Person’s POV 

Back then, when the whip had lashed across her back, her whole body had jolted. She had turned deathly pale in an instant, but she hadn’t budged. 

He had called her a fool under his breath. 

She had been shaking from the pain, yet she still managed to give him a small smile. 

It was a stubborn, genuine smile, carrying the raw, unpolished spark of a young Luna. 

She said she was willing. 

She said she just wanted to be his shield. 

But now, she stood only a few feet away. 

She was close enough to touch, yet it felt like they were separated by an uncrossable border. 

She wouldn’t even grant him a glance, as if she had personally buried every trace of that past impulsiveness and devotion. 

Alaina stood beside her mate, her fingers twisting unconsciously. 

She watched her son kneeling on the floor, taking the hits with a rigid spine, his with red–yet he refused to stop staring at Trista. 

eyes rimmed 

In his gaze, there was a messy tangle of lupine obsession and the sheer instability of being completely ignored. 

Alaina was a mix of fury and heartbreak; she eventually had to look away. 

She saw the bloody welts opening on her son’s back and smelled the sharp tang of iron mixing with the cold, medicinal scent of the ceremonial whip. It felt like something was blocking her chest. 

She saw the truth clearly now: no matter how brutal the punishment, if the mate offers no reaction, the physical pain morphs into a much more agonizing kind of torture. 

The most terrifying thing in a marriage isn’t the fighting. 

It’s when one pours themselves out, and the other doesn’t even blink. 

Trista’s greatest tragedy was sinking her best years and her most sincere heart into a man who never knew how to value her. 

A few minutes later, Howard raised his hand. 

The Gamma immediately retracted the whip with a crisp motion. 

Another omega stepped forward to support Cassian, helping him steady himself. 

Finished 

The back of Cassian’s white shirt was soaked through with blood, the fabric clinging to his skin, revealing the jagged welts and weeping crimson. 

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