The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

Third Person’s POV

The two men stood in the dimly lit living room, locked in a silent standoff.

Cassian’s voice was low, laced with a misplaced certainty. “She wouldn’t do that.”

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Fred actually laughed–a sharp, mocking sound. “Then you really should’ve seen her tonight. While you were playing house with Samantha and the kid, Trista was watching the whole thing like a bored spectator. But when she was out drinking with Isaiah? She was all smiles.”

They locked eyes again.

This time, Cassian didn’t have a comeback.

Fred leaned in, his words hitting like surgical strikes on Cassian’s most sensitive nerves. “If that wolf had even a shred of love left for you in her soul, do you really think she could’ve handed you over to another she–wolf so calmly?”

He didn’t give Cassian a second to breathe before dropping the hammer. “Since you keep claiming you don’t love her, tell me this: Can you handle watching her choose another Alpha down the road? Can you handle her being marked by someone else, carrying his pups?”

The question hit Cassian’s chest like a ten–ton block of ice.

Fred didn’t stick around for the answer. He knew the chaos he’d just ignited. With a disgusted snort, he turned and vanished into the shadows of the hallway.

Cassian’s face was a mask of dark fury as he walked out onto the high terrace.

The horizon was just starting to bleed a suffocating, cold grey light.

His fingers trembled slightly as he lit another cigarette, dragging the nicotine and the freezing air deep into his lungs.

He had to admit it–his feelings for Trista weren’t the kind of burning, desperate emotional dependency he’d read about. It wasn’t some primal urge to merge their souls.

But he also realized, with terrifying clarity, that he would rather burn the world down than watch another male werewolf mark her, lead her soul, or touch her body.

That mating bond–even if it was shredded and bruised because of Samantha–was still wrapped around his very core.

If any outside force tried to touch it, it triggered a manic, territorial instinct that only a high–level Alpha could feel.

By 5:00 AM, the wind was howling, and Cassian hadn’t closed his eyes once.

And Trista… she still wasn’t home.

This was the second night she’d gone rogue, cutting their mental link and leaving not even a ghost of her

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Chapter 189

scent behind.

At 6:00 AM sharp, a panicked omega servant from the fronthom estate pinged his co-

Howard had taken a bad fall while patrolling the territory boundaries due to some Freak agtral surge Hea been rushed to the Ironthorn healing center.

By the time Cassian arrived, the inner circle of the pack was already there.

The hallway smelled of the bitter herbs used in high–level healing wards, the air heavy with the tension thar always follows a leader’s injury.

Inside the room, Cassian’s father, Wilmot, looked like he was ready to explode. He fixed a lethal gaze on his son. “Cassian? Why are you alone? Where is Trista?”

Cassian lowered his gaze, remaining silent under the crushing weight of his father’s aura.

Alaina, seeing the standoff, tried to play peacemaker. “It’s the morning after the ritual. It’s normal for young people to sleep in. We have everything under control here anyway.”

Wilmot wasn’t having it. “His grandfather is lying in a hospital bed! As the Luna of this pack, how can she possibly be sleeping soundly? Get her here. Now.”

Cassian looked exhausted, his voice a low rasp from a night of pacing and rage. “Father, calm down. I’ll bring her here in a little bit.”

Wynn noticed her brother was hanging by a thread. She pulled out her own stone, trying to bridge the gap and reach Trista directly.

But she was met with a wall of static–a cold, clear rejection.

Alaina hesitated. It was New Year’s Day, and with Howard injured, it would look like a disaster to the rest of the pack if the Alpha’s mate was missing.

Just as she was about to try herself, Wynn’s stone lit up.

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