The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Third Person’s POV

“If I had just given in when Howard Torced me away or if Ehadn’t been so soft–hearted during those dark years of abuse and chose not to bring this little life into the world, he wouldn’t have to suffer like this now, living in the shadows.”

Cassian soothed her in a low voice. “Samantha, you were the victim here. You had Algernon because you have a good heart. This was never your fault.”

He finished speaking and glanced at his watch.

Night had fully set in, and the runic lights guarding the pack territory were beginning to dim.

“It’s getting late,” Cassian said. “I’ll get you home.”

He drove Samantha and Algernon to the door of their private apartment.

When the car came to a stop, Samantha didn’t move to get out.

She looked at Algernon, who was fast asleep in the backseat, and tested the waters. “Cassian, he is out cold. I can’t carry him. Do you think you could help us up to the apartment?”

Before the words had even left her mouth, the security guard in the front seat had already stepped out and opened the rear door.

“Ms. Fernandez,” the guard said with clinical politeness, “I’ll take him up.”

The request was shut down, clean and simple.

Samantha’s expression stiffened for a split second before she managed a nod and followed the guard inside.

It was well past midnight when Cassian returned home.

Normally, Trista would have been asleep by now.

He was about to push the door open when the private elevator behind him chimed.

Fred stepped out, leaning against the frame. “Don’t bother going in. Trista’s not there.”

Cassian shot him a look of pure disbelief.

He didn’t think she would actually do it. Not after the last time.

She had looked him in the eye and promised she’d be home on time and that she’d stop cutting him off.

Fred strolled out of the elevator, shut the door, and followed him inside.

The house was deathly quiet.

Cassian marched into the bedroom and flicked on the light. The room was pristine, the bed made, and there wasn’t a trace of her scent in the air. He had to face it–she was gone.

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Chapter 180

He turned and immediately tried to reach her through the mind link

Nothing Pure static.

He tried her comin–stone next. Same result.

Cassian’s heart sank, his face darkening.

“Where is she?” he rasped,

She had promised. She had said she’d be home early and keep the lines open.

It hadn’t even been twenty–four hours before she’d gone rogue again.

Fred shrugged, looking bored. “What are you so worked up about? You just got home yourself, didn’t you?

Cassian’s expression turned lethal. He turned to leave, but Fred blocked his path.

“Look, Alpha Isaiah is a freak, but Xander is with them. With his skills, you can relax. She’s safe.”

Cassian shoved him aside, the white medical bandage on his wrist catching the light.

Fred’s playful look vanished. “You’re hurt?”

Cassian didn’t answer.

His wrist wasn’t the only thing that hurt–his back was a mess, too.

And Trista knew it. She knew, and she clearly didn’t give a damn.

He pulled up the activity logs for her secondary credit card. His eyes locked onto a single line.

That night, Trista had blown over two million dollars at Onyx.

Total party size: seven.

Great. Just perfect.

Cassian sank into the sofa and lit a cigarette.

The smoke curled around his fingers, and his Alpha aura began to leak out, heavy and oppressive.

Fred patted him on the shoulder. “You can’t expect to do whatever you want and then get mad when Trista goes out to blow off some steam. She’s figured it out, Cassian. Why haven’t you?”

Cassian gritted his teeth. “She hasn’t ‘figured it out. She’s throwing herself into a goddamn fire.”

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