The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Third Person’s POV

Trista gave her head a sharp shake to clear the lingering haze, though her voice remained steady, draped in the rigid etiquette of a high–born Luna. “Wilmot, Alaina. Happy New Year”

She offered a slight, formal bow to Cassian’s parents before stepping to his side, her gaze fixed forward. The news was sudden. Why did Howard fall? How is he?”

Cassian’s face was already a portrait of an oncoming storm.

To him, the way she swayed slightly from the alcohol–while still forcing herself to look composed—was more infuriating than an open insult.

Without waiting for his parents to blow up, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder. It wasn’t a gentle touch; it was an aggressive, territorial claim, locking her firmly against his side.

Wilmot pointed a trembling finger at Trista, his voice shaking with rage. “Cassian! Look at her! Is this supposed to be a Luna? Is this the example she sets?”

Cassian didn’t flinch. He released a wave of cold, hard pheromones to shield her from his father’s interrogation. “Last night, Trista stayed in the Silverlight territory. She had a few drinks with her parents–it was her duty to her family.”

Before Wilmot could push back, Cassian added in a voice like steel, “She’s in no state to be useful here. I’m taking her back to our house.”

With that, he practically hijacked her, hauling her out of the ward before anyone could stop him.

The second the elevator doors closed, Cassian’s fury finally redlined.

He ripped the designer trench coat off her shoulders–the one reeking of another Alpha–and shoved it into a nearby trash bin without a second thought.

Trista frowned, reaching out to stop him, but Cassian simply bent down, hoisted her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and marched out.

He carried her all the way back to the villa, ignoring her struggles.

Once inside, he shoved her into the master bathroom.

His movements were fast and forceful, but he kept his strength in check–fighting to keep his dominance from leaking out and crushing her.

Trista was buzzed, but she wasn’t blind. She understood exactly what he was doing.

She’d stayed out all night, showed up at the hospital smelling like a bar, and wearing another man’s clothes.

His instincts had made a snap judgment: he needed to wash the scent off her. He needed to scrub the outside world off his territory.

She didn’t argue.

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10:26 Wed, Jan 7

Chapter 190

She ran the water, washing away the smell of liquor and the traces of foreign pheromones, Sine changed into pajamas and dried her hair, taking her time.

When she finally stepped out, the steam from the shower was still hanging in the air, but the bedroom felt like a frozen void.

Cassian was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face a mask of dark intensity. He looked like a wolf watching his prey, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

Trista walked over, her voice airy and detached. “I know you want to fight. But don’t. Not yet. Let me sleep first. Once I wake up, I’ll give you all the drama you want.”

Her “I don’t care” attitude was the match that lit the fuse.

Cassian stood up abruptly, grabbing her wrist and pinning her by the bedside. His voice was a low growl, vibrating with his aura. “You stay out all night on New Year’s Eve and show up like this… Have I been too easy on you lately?”

Trista shook his hand off and climbed into bed.

She leaned back against the pillows and looked at him, her eyes wide with a fake kind of innocence. “I just went out for New Year’s with some friends. Is that really worth this kind of temper tantrum?”

Cassian ground his teeth so hard a vein throbbed in his temple.

He loomed over her, his voice dropping into the tone of a cold interrogation. “You cut our mind–link. You stayed out all night. Then you show up in front of my family reeking of booze and wearing another man’s coat. And you’re telling me you were ‘just‘ celebrating?”

Trista looked down.

She knew if she didn’t lay it out now, he wouldn’t let her sleep.

Her voice was quiet, devoid of any drama. “Cassian… on New Year’s Eve, you dumped me on the side of the road so you could go be with your mistress and her kid. I didn’t make a scene then.”

Cassian shot back instantly, “I told you I’d be right back!”

Trista’s pace didn’t change. “Whether you came back or not was your choice. But in that moment, you made it clear where I stood. You chose them.”

The air in the room turned brittle.

They both went silent.

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