The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208

Third Person’s POV

Trista’s back had been shredded by a ritual whip soaked in wolfsbane, and she had spent the entire night kneeling in the wake of that agonizing torture.

Every drop of color had drained from her face, and her very bones were vibrating from sheer exhaustion.

She slowly lifted her heavy eyelids. Her gaze flickered past the two men and finally landed on Cassian.

Those eyes, which used to be filled with nothing but him, were now a wasteland of gray ash. Not a single spark remained.

Her bloodless lips parted, and her voice was a ghostly whisper. “I’m fine… Just go. Go take care of her

Cassian felt an invisible hand crush his heart. A wave of suffocating nausea hit him so hard that his hand- the one reaching for her–froze mid–air. He couldn’t move another inch.

Trista then turned to Fred. Her lips trembled, but before she could say a word, her eyes welled up with hot

tears.

Fred scooped her up with infinite care. “Trista, listen to me,” he said, his voice hard as flint. “The ‘Cassian you knew died the very night Samantha stepped back onto this soil.”

He shot a lethal glare at Cassian over his shoulder. “The man standing there is Samantha’s husband and the father of her child. He has nothing to do with you anymore!”

Trista closed her eyes and leaned her head against Fred’s shoulder, letting out a weak, broken “Okay.”

That one word hit Cassian’s chest like a sledgehammer. It was heavy, final, and devastating.

As Fred rushed Trista to the healing center, Cassian didn’t follow immediately.

He turned to face Howard, his voice cracking with a loss of control. “Grandfather! She’s my mate! How could you use that kind of barbaric torture on her?”

Howard’s face was a mask of ice. “She is the Luna of Ironthorn, yet she let a rogue turn this pack upside down. That is a failure of duty! As long as you refuse to dissolve the bond, she is the one who must bleed for every one of your transgressions!”

After Howard left, Alaina walked up to Cassian. Her words cut deeper than any whip. “By choosing to tie yourself to Samantha, you’ve effectively exiled your mate. For the sake of the twenty years you spent growing up together… let her go. Give her peace.”

Cassian’s pheromones turned dark and heavy. Alaina leaned in, her eyes piercing his. “You don’t love her, yet you refuse to protect her. You won’t give her the basic respect of a wife, let alone the dignity of a Luna. She’s literally offered to step aside for your ‘true love, and you still keep her caged. What the hell do you actually want, Cassian?”

“I am NEVER breaking the bond with Trista!” Cassian roared, as if she’d struck a nerve. He turned and fled the estate like a man being hunted.

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Chapter 208.

He sped to the healing center, arriving just as Fred stepped out of the ward, Fred’s eyes were burning “1 have something to say to you,” he growled.

The two men stepped into a private room.

Before Cassian could even turn around, Fred’s fist–packed with the raw power of an Alpha–slammed into his jaw.

Cassian let out a muffled groan, taking the hit without moving.

When the second punch came, he raised an arm to block it, his voice low and raspy. “That’s enough, Fred!”

“When you swore to live and die with that mother and son right in front of Trista, did you even stop to think how much you were shattering her heart?”

Fred shoved him violently into the corner. “She took a whipping and knelt in the dirt just so you two could be together, while you were busy playing hero for Samantha. And you still have the balls to say this isn’t about an old flame?”

Cassian leaned against the end of a hospital bed, wiping the blood from his lip. “The child isn’t mine, Fred! You know that! Samantha and I are clean–I only said those things to stop Howard from killing her!”

“The fact that the kid isn’t yours makes this even more pathetic!” Fred spat, laughing bitterly. “She uses the kid as an excuse to get close, and you use the kid as a shield for your own guilt. You’re both calculating every move, and you’re doing it at Trista’s expense. You don’t deserve to be her mate!”

Fred slammed the door on his way out, leaving Cassian alone in the suffocating silence.

Six years ago, Cassian had considered mating with Samantha.

But time had changed everything. He knew he no longer felt that kind of desire for her; his body and his instincts could no longer accept her.

Every move he made now was simply to fulfill an old, hollow promise–to pay back the happiness that had been stolen from her.

He thought his silence was a form of protection. He didn’t realize that to Trista, it was the ultimate betrayal.

But even so, the thought of ending the mating never crossed his mind.

From the moment he decided to bind himself to Trista, he had decided they would be together until the end.

He had fought too hard to force her back to his side to ever let her go now.

Outside the room, Cassian took a deep breath, forcing his volatile pheromones into submission. Only when he had composed himself did he push open the door to Trista’s room.

Trista was lying on her side, her eyes closed.

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