The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Third Person’s POV

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Cassian stepped out of the bathroom, pausing to stare at the woman lying motionless on the bed.

His brow was furrowed into a tight knot, his chest heavy with a brand of regret he’d never felt before.

When he finally turned to leave, his powerful legs felt strangely unsteady, as if the ground beneath him had shifted.

Fifteen minutes later, he had pulled himself together, transforming back into the polished Alpha of Ironthorn.

He walked to the edge of the bed for one last look at the raw, vivid marks he had branded into Trista’s skin.

He watched her pale, almost translucent face. Silent tears tracked down her cheeks, soaking into the pillow.

Every drop felt like a splash of molten lead on his heart, leaving him feeling suffocated and small.

Unable to find a single word that didn’t sound like a lie, he turned and fled the villa like a man running from a crime scene.

Once his Alpha’s suffocating pheromones vanished, Paisley, the omega servant, hurried into the

room.

The air was still thick with the aggressive scent of cedar and the shattered remains of primrose. She knew exactly what kind of brutal claiming had just taken place.

Keeping her head down, Paisley rushed to the bathroom to fill the jade tub with warm spri

water.

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She then moved to the bedside, her voice a soft, comforting murmur. “Luna Trista, the bath is ready. You should soak. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Luna Trista,” she added gently, “no matter how angry you are, please… don’t punish your own body for this.”

Trista’s thick lashes flickered. She blinked with great effort, her eyes still a void of numb silence.

With Paisley’s careful help, she managed to get out of bed.

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Her legs shook uncontrollably, every step a grueling battle against her own muscles. She soaked in the water, surrounded by healing petals, for a long time.

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Since they had mated, this was the first time Cassian had truly used his Alpha aura to force a marking and possession on her.

He had acted like a beast backed into a corner, intent on branding her so deeply she’d never forget it.

Even when she’d sobbed and begged him to stop in the heat of it, his claws hadn’t loosened for a second. There had been zero mercy.

He’d treated her like a criminal who had committed an unforgivable sin.

Paisley worked quickly, clearing away the ruined clothes and replacing the sheets with fresh, lavender–scented velvet.

When Trista finally crawled back into the depths of the bed, her voice was so raspy it was barely a whisper. “Paisley… go buy me a box of morning–after pills. The strongest kind you can find.”

Paisley froze, her eyes filling with instinctive terror. “Luna Trista… if Alpha Cassian finds out… if he thinks you’re refusing his bloodline, the consequences could be…”

Trista’s lips twisted into a bitter, self–mocking ghost of a smile. She buried her face in the pillow, cutting her off. “He doesn’t want the kid. Before he left, he ‘reminded‘ me that as the Ironthorn Luna, I needed to make sure I cleared out any… complications.”

Hearing that it was Cassian’s own command, Paisley bowed her head and hurried out to get the medicine.

After swallowing the cold pill, the sheer mental and physical exhaustion dragged Trista down into a dark, nightmare–filled sleep.

Paisley stood guard outside the bedroom door, her palms sweaty as she gripped her communication stone.

All night, the wind howled around the villa. Cassian’s signature car didn’t reappear until the sky began to turn a cold, bruised grey.

At dawn, Cassian walked through the front door, bringing a gust of winter air with him.

Paisley, who had been waiting in the foyer, rushed to meet him. “Alpha Cassian, thank god you’re back.”

Cassian stopped, his eyes instinctively darting toward the second–floor bedroom. A flash of

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