The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Trista’s POV

Morning, in the treatment room, I was deep into a neural–soothing session with Isaiah.

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The spacious room was filled with the scent of a herbal blend I’d custom–mixed, and the low- frequency hum of the singing bowls was doing its job–calming those high–strung werewolf

nerves.

Isaiah had showered and changed into some clean, oversized lounge gear.

As I prepped the active medium for his therapy, I played it casual. “Back when you bought your place, were there any other units left in our wing?”

Isaiah arched an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “The 18th floor was wide open.”

I nodded, my plan finally coming together. “Keep up the progress with the treatment, and I’ll have you over for dinner this weekend.”

FELL

Come Saturday, Paisley and I hit the supermarket and hauled back a massive spread of fresh groceries.

Cassian, dressed in dark loungewear, was leaning against the kitchen doorframe. He didn’t say a word, but those deep eyes of his were tracking my every move.

“Go put on something decent,” I reminded him. “I’ve got guests coming over.”

Cassian’s face was like a thundercloud. He was radiating a chill that could give you frostbite. “Trista, out here. Now. We need to talk.”

He led the way to the living room.

Paisley and I shared a quick look; I wiped my hands and followed him out.

The second we were in the living room, he was all over me. “You maxed out my secondary card to buy the 18th floor three days ago. What the hell is that about?”

I looked down.

The bill hit his account three days ago, and as the great Alpha leader, he actually managed to bite his tongue that long? Impressive.

I gave him a cryptic little smirk. “It’s a surprise. You’ll figure it out soon enough.”

I tried to head back to the kitchen, but he blocked my path like a brick wall.

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I sighed, half–coaxing and half–shoving him toward the bedroom.

“Look, on paper, you’re still my mate. I’ve invited friends over tonight, so look sharp. D my sake–save me some face as your Luna.”

He stopped at the door, giving me a long, complicated look. “You really mean that?”

I nodded like my life depended on it.

He hesitated for a beat but finally disappeared inside to change.

By 6:00 PM, dinner was mostly prepped. I took a quick shower and threw on a breezy white dress.

Paisley came over to check in. “Luna Trista, if we’re expecting a crowd, should we use the long dining table?”

“Good call, Paisley,” I said. “And make sure we’ve got plenty of juice for the kids.”

As she went back to work, I stood outside the study.

Cassian had been locked in there all afternoon, God knows what he was brooding over.

I hesitated, then knocked.

He walked out, looking expensive in a perfectly tailored shirt. “Are they here?”

I hooked my arm through his and pulled him toward the living room. “You’re the man of the house. You can’t just hide in your office when I’m hosting.”

He stared at the smile in my eyes, his brow furrowed.

He gripped my hand–a bit too hard. “Are you keeping something from me?”

I laughed it off. “I told you, it’s a surprise. Just be patient.”

He clearly didn’t buy it, but right then, the doorbell rang.

Fred walked in with a gift, and I rushed to greet him. “Hey, Fred!”

He handed me the package with a grin. “Congrats, youngest Chief Healer ever. You earned that promotion.”

I felt myself flush a little. “Stop it, Fred. To you, I’ll always just be that tag–along kid. Give it a

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We were laughing as we walked into the living room.

The second Fred saw Cassian, his face dropped. Total disgust.

Cassian just cut him a side–eye and didn’t even acknowledge him.

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Cassian’s ankle a sharp kick and whispered, “Cassian, please. For me. Just tonight.”

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He looked up, caught my pleading eyes, and finally–without a shred of emotion–poured a cup of coffee and slid it toward Fred.

Fred took a sip and immediately went for the throat. “Damn, Cassian. This coffee is as bitter as you are.”

Cassian shot him a look that could kill, but he didn’t snap

back.

The doorbell rang again. Paisley jogged over to get it.

Isaiah sauntered in, rocking some flashy streetwear and a fresh lavender–purple tint in his hair. He looked like he just stepped off a runway.

Even Paisley was impressed. “This kid’s got style!”

Isaiah tilted his chin up, walking right past Cassian and giving the Alpha a provocative look. “I mean, I’m alright. Probably just a tiny bit hotter than Cassian, though.”

Cassian let out a cold, mocking snort. “Go wash the foundation off your face before you me about Alpha appeal.”

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Isaiah didn’t even flinch. He leaned in and lowered his voice–just enoue for everyone to hear. “Trista, be real. Who’s the hotter Alpha here? Me or him?”

I caught sight of Cassian’s face turning a lovely shade of purple. I pushed Isaiah’s face away. “Don’t do this to me. I’m staying out of it.”

Fred shot me a look of pure agreement and added a final sting. “Problem isn’t just your taste, Isaiah. It’s your eyes. Like a total amateur–dumpster diving for trash when you’ve got no clue what real quality looks like.”

Having these three in one room was a straight–up disaster. The clashing Alpha pheromones were practically sparking, and the living room was thick with tension.

I rubbed my temples. Cassian stepped up to me, his voice like ice. “Is that everyone? Or can we get this ‘surprise‘ party started now?”

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