The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176 

Trista’s POV 

Back in France, as Isaiah’s primary healer, I’d learned the hard way just how high–maintenance this young Alpha from an ancient European lineage could be. 

His insomnia wasn’t just a glitch in his nervous system; it was a full–blown crisis of shifting aura and sensory overload. Every emotional spike he had acted like a trigger for an involuntary semi–shift. 

Because of that, he was pathologically picky about everything–environments, scents, personal space, and especially people’s attitudes. 

I snatched my communication stone back from Isaiah before addressing him. “Alpha Isaiah, tell me you actually have a place to stay in LA.” 

His deep brown eyes lingered on me for a beat, calculating. Then, with zero filter, he said, “I want to stay with you.” 

My face went stone–cold, and my voice dropped an octave. “Watch it, ‘Pickiness King. You’re crossing a line.” 

Isaiah had the pedigree of a pureblood but the temperament of a brat. 

He did whatever he wanted. He was obsessed with aesthetics and scents–a total ‘visuals‘ snob- which had earned him a flippant nickname behind his back to mock his impossible standards. 

And he hated that nickname. 

If anyone dared to say it to his face, he’d flip on a dime, dropping every ounce of Alpha etiquette. 

If his insomnia hadn’t been so severe that it threatened his stability, and if I wasn’t the only one capable of fixing him, even I wouldn’t have survived saying it. 

But here was the thing- 

My situation with Cassian was already so tense that the protective barriers around our house felt like they were about to crack. 

If I brought Isaiah–an emotionally volatile Alpha with leaking aura–into that house, I wouldn’t be treating a patient; I’d be lighting a fuse. 

Isaiah caught the shift in my tone and realized he’d pushed too far. 

He cleared his throat, pulling back his sharp edges just a bit. “…Fine. A hotel it is.” 

I didn’t press the issue. I took him to a hotel and handled the check–in. 

Once the paperwork was done, Isaiah leaned in, dropping his voice. “Trista, I had one of my cars shipped over. After dinner, I want you to show me around LA.” 

I didn’t hesitate. I nodded. 

Facing my high–profile VIP patient was infinitely better than going back to the suffocating standoff waiting for me with Cassian. At least this was a world I could control. 

While waiting for Isaiah to get his key cards in the lobby, I ran straight into Samantha. 

She looked me up and down, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re out here acting like everything’s fine while you’re telling the world you want out of your bond. Honestly, Trista, I’ll never understand how you play these games.” 

I looked at her, my eyes devoid of warmth. “Samantha, I gave you a chance. I told you to take that kid to the press conference and claim your place. You’re the one who was too chicken to do it.” 

I had more than one trap set for her, of course. 

But she was just cautious–and guilty–enough not to take the bait. 

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