The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 236

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Samantha’s hands were shaking so hard she practically shoved the vial back into Trista’s face. “Maybe… maybe we should swap seats? You’re closer to him. You do it.”

“Are you insane? Swap seats now?” Trista hissed, pushing the drugs back like they were radioactive. “You think Cassian is blind? He’s paranoid as hell–he’d sniff out the setup in a heartbeat. Fred practically handed you a win when he sat you next to him, and you’re blowing it, you idiot!”

Trista knew exactly what she was playing with. Cassian was a chess master; every move she made had to be calculated down to the millimeter. One slip–up, and she wouldn’t be getting a divorce–she’d be heading straight to a pack dungeon.

Seeing Samantha waver, Trista leaned in for the kill, her voice dripping with toxic encouragement. “Samantha, look at me. This is your only shot at the throne. Either you use this to get pregnant with his second child, or you do the deed and I’ll burst in with witnesses to ‘catch you in the act. Either way, I’ll force him to give you a title. I’ll use every connection I have to back you up.”

Trista locked eyes with her and added the final blow: “The pack elders are obsessed with their precious reputation. If Cassian tries to ghost you after this, you just claim he used his Alpha rank to force the marking. To save face, those old bastards will have to accept you as his mate whether they like it or not.”

That did it. The lure of power finally overrode Samantha’s fear. A desperate, hungry look flickered in her eyes.

She knew a clean divorce wasn’t happening tonight, but if she could secure a pureblood heir, she’d have a permanent foothold in the Ironthorn territory.

The two she–wolves filed back into the VIP suite just as the game came full circle.

Fred banged on the marble table, cheering. “Samantha, you’re up! Give us a seven! Let’s see some action!”

Trista and Samantha traded a split–second look before Samantha reached for the dice cup trembling fingers.

Trista sat back down, holding her breath as she studied Cassian.

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He was sprawled out on the leather sofa in a pose of casual power, one hand loosely gripping his glass while the other mindlessly flicked a solid silver lighter. The sound was rhythmic and oppressive.

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His dark, wolfish eyes were half–lidded, radiating an aura that was impossible to read.

Trista was working under the assumption that Algernon was Cassian’s kid and that his current “softness” for Samantha was a rekindled flame.

She had no idea Cassian had already laid his cards on the table–that he was only keeping her around to pay off an old debt.

If Cassian found out he was being drugged, it would be a betrayal of the highest order. He’d show his fangs instantly.

But since Trista was acting as her human shield, Samantha decided to go all in.

She gritted her teeth and rolled the dice. A nine.

While the room groaned in disappointment, Trista seized the opening. “Oh, Samantha, I almost forgot–you just took that hormone–balancing med today. The doctor was super clear: zero hard liquor.”

She started gesturing frantically.

Fred, always the wingman, chimed in. “Who cares if she can’t drink? We’ve got our Alpha Cassian right here!”

Samantha took the bait, her voice wobbling. “Cassian… would you mind taking it for me?”

Before Cassian could even process the request, Trista jumped in. “He’s definitely got this! Go ahead, Samantha, pour him a double!”

Samantha gripped the small packet of heat–inducing powder hidden in her palm, nodding frantically.

To create a distraction, Trista stabbed a piece of fruit with a fork and held it up to Cassian’s mouth, trying to mask his hyper–sensitive sense of smell. But Cassian wasn’t having it–he coldly brushed her hand away.

Suddenly, Wynn’s eyes went wide, like she’d spotted a snake. She jumped up, pointing at Samantha’s hand. “What the hell are you hiding?”

Samantha was already at a breaking point. Wynn’s bark was the final straw. Her hand jerked, and the small plastic bag of powder fell, landing with a soft thud right next to Cassian’s polished leather shoes.

Trista and Samantha’s hearts both stopped. They lunged forward instinctively, trying to snatch the evidence before anyone saw.

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With a predator’s reflexes, his fingers flicked out, and he snatched the bag off the floor before they could touch it.

The other wolves crowded around, curious. “What’s the prize? Why the big rush to grab it?”

Cassian didn’t look at them. His gaze slowly moved from the packet to Trista. His eyes were dark, swirling with a dangerous, predatory glint. He didn’t explode. He didn’t shout. He just whispered three words that made Trista’s blood turn to ice,” This looks… interesting.”

Before anyone could see what was inside, he tucked the bag into his suit pocket in one smooth

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Trista sat there, paralyzed. She had planned for a hundred different scenarios, but she never imagined the “victim” would end up with the evidence.

Samantha looked like she was about to faint, shrinking into the corner of the sofa like a cornered rabbit.

Wynn pointed a finger at Samantha’s face and started screaming. “You low–life rogue! What were you trying to put in Cassian’s drink?”

Samantha looked at Trista, her eyes full of silent, pathetic pleading.

Trista had to suck it up and step in. She stood up, shielding Samantha with her own body. “Calm down, Wynn. You’re seeing things. That was just a piece of jewelry I dropped, and Samantha was trying to help me find it.”

Whatever happened, she had to keep Samantha’s image clean. If Cassian lost his last bit of pity for this woman, Trista’s master plan was dead in the water.

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