The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239

Trista’s POV

Cassian tossed my comms stone onto a high shelf, totally out of reach.

Finished

He caught me as I started to go limp. My scent glands were haywire, pumping out a thick, sweet wave of pheromones I couldn’t stop.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a cruel whisper, “You picked this stuff for Samantha, so you know exactly what it does. It’s high–grade Alpha bait. It shreds your logic and forces you into heat. Taking you to the clinic is a waste of time. I’m the only ‘cure‘ you’ve got.”

I was so pissed I actually started crying.

I’d been on high alert all night, making sure I didn’t breathe in anything suspicious, only to get nailed by the very trap I’d set for Samantha.

The heat was swallowing me whole. My wolf had already switched sides–it was howling in my head, begging for this Alpha to take control.

“If it’s too much, just ask,” Cassian growled in my ear. “Make your wolf submit.”

I responded by biting his arm as hard as I could. It was a pathetic, last–ditch middle finger.

Cassian didn’t even flinch. His eyes had gone full wolf–cold and predatory–as he watched me struggle.

When my body finally gave out and every bone in me was screaming for him, he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. That room felt like his cage, his territory.

In the dark, the drug forced us together.

His kisses weren’t sweet; they were hungry. They were about marking me.

Just as my brain checked out, Cassian let out a low, raw roar.

This wasn’t the CEO in a suit; this was the Alpha wolf.

He flipped me over, pinning me to the bed.

I felt his hot breath on my neck, right over the scar of our old mating bond.

Then came the explosion of pain and pure electricity. He sank his fangs into my scent glands.

It wasn’t just an attack; it was an overhaul.

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The second he bit down, a massive wave of Alpha power flooded my system.

Finished

My “mental garden,” which had been a dry, cracked mess for months, practically hummed back to life.

My wolf–the one that had been dormant and weak–snapped awake.

My human side was still screaming no, but the wolf was a total traitor.

It wagged its tail and whimpered, leaning into him.

Right then, I could feel our mating bond–that thread that had been ready to snap–rebuilding itself. The frayed ends wove back together, glowing with a solid, golden light.

A few hours later, I drifted back.

Cassian was standing by the bed, fully dressed.

My body was trashed, but my wolf felt like it had just finished a five–course meal. It was curled up on our brand–new bond, purring.

Cassian tucked the covers around me, surprisingly gentle. “Lunch is in the kitchen,” he said softly, looking at me with that post–marking doting look. “The pack called an emergency meeting. Stay here and rest.”

In his custom suit, he looked like the cold prick he usually is.

But through the new bond, I could feel his emotions wrapped around me like a blanket. It was that silent, heavy protective vibe only an Alpha has.

The second I heard the front door lock, I bolted upright. Feeling the sting of that fresh mark on my neck made me want to scream. This was exactly what I didn’t want.

I crawled to the edge of the bed and dumped the trash can on the floor.

I counted the wrappers, and finally, my chest loosened a bit.

He already had a kid with Samantha; I knew he wouldn’t want me pregnant. But I also knew he was a snake–I was terrified he’d try to baby–trap me to keep the mating alive.

“Still worried? Take the pill.” Cassian’s voice made me jump.

I didn’t even hear him come back. He was standing there with a glass of water, holding out a Morning After pill.

I checked the box to make sure he wasn’t pulling a fast one. Once I was sure, I downed it

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without a second thought.

I was right. He didn’t want a kid with me either.

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Watching me swallow that pill without a hint of hesitation made Cassian’s fists clench until his knuckles popped.

He gave me one last look–eyes full of ice–before slamming the door and walking out.

I didn’t get out of bed until 3:00 PM.

I spent forever in the tub, trying to scrub the smell of him off my skin.

I felt exhausted. After today, I’d never get a chance to drug him again.

I seriously didn’t get Samantha. She could have had the throne, but she was so damn scared of him. Why?

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