The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194

Third Person’s POV

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Trista tapped into the last drop of her fading strength, wrenching herself out of Cassian’s suffocating Alpha embrace.

She had convinced herself that her soul, after being crushed and picked apart so many times, was too numb to feel anything.

But hearing Cassian’s cold, authoritative taunts sent a fresh wave of spasms through her wolf.

Every single step she had taken toward this man had cost her blood.

She had stripped away her pride as a Silverlight descendant; she had lost the girl she used to be.

She’d gone from an innocent pup to a she–wolf forced to harden in a swamp of lies, growing defensive thorns where her heart used to be.

She grieved for her past self, loathed her current body, and was absolutely terrified of a future she couldn’t see.

Holding onto the back of the cold dining chair, Trista took a single step before the world tilted. Her head exploded in a dizzying fog, and the mating bond–shaken by the psychic wall between them–shuddered violently. She collapsed toward the floor.

“Trista!”

Cassian was a blur of movement, catching her before she hit the ground.

Her consciousness was fading fast, and she could only murmur a broken thought into the void. “Cassian… I really… I regret it all so much…”

Even though her voice was a hoarse whisper, Cassian heard every word.

Those syllables hit him like a lethal curse, freezing him in his tracks.

His eyes went bloodshot. He pulled her against him with a grip so tight it was almost a spasm. don’t give you permission to regret us, Trista,” he growled into her ear, his voice raw. “Not even if you die!”

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When Trista opened her eyes again, the blood–red rays of the sunset were bleeding through the floor–to–ceiling windows.

Ignoring the dull ache radiating from her scent glands, she struggled to sit up and deal with the pile of pings on her comm–stone.

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Finally, she took a deep breath and called her parents back.

Through the link, Ulva noticed her daughter’s voice sounded unnaturally raspy.

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Trista lowered her gaze and lied, claiming it was just a sore throat from a cold. When she saw Cassian push the bedroom door open, she quickly made an excuse to hang up. On a sacred holiday, she couldn’t bear to let them worry.

Cassian walked to the bedside, holding a container that radiated magical warmth. “Paisley made you some hot apple cider to settle your nerves.”

Trista didn’t even give him a glance. She fell back into her pillows and closed her eyes, shutting out the world.

Cassian set the cup down and reached out, forcing her back up. “Look, even if you want to fight me to the death, you need the strength to do it. Drink.”

Just then, the stone in his pocket buzzed.

He shoved the cup into Trista’s cold hands. “Paisley spent two hours on this. Drink some.”

Trista leaned back against the headboard, holding the cup like a hollowed–out mannequin.

The “fights” they had were always just her screaming into a canyon while he choked her into silence.

If she couldn’t escape, she’d just do what she was told–numbly, like a machine.

Cassian hesitated for a second, then stepped onto the balcony to take the call.

Samantha’s tentative voice came through the line. “Cassian… about New Year’s Eve. You left Luna Trista on the side of the road to deal with Algernon… she didn’t give you a hard time about that, did she?”

Cassian gripped the phone, his brow knotting into a hard line. His voice was pure ice. “Samantha, get to the point.”

Samantha’s tone grew a bit more desperate. “I have two sets of high–end skincare products from a brand sponsor. I wanted to give them to Luna Trista as an apology. Should I bring them over to the villa, or will you come pick them up?”

“Don’t bother,” Cassian snapped.

Samantha wasn’t ready to let go of an excuse to get inside his house. “These sets are impossible

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to find, Cassian. You’ve done so much for me and the boy; I just want to give back

A flash of irony crossed Cassian’s lips. “My Luna is the Chief of a research center. She only uses clinical–grade formulas. To her, your ‘designer‘ products are just trash.”

There was a dead, awkward silence on the other end before Cassian ended the call.

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