The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 244

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Abbott looked like he was barely twenty, with a clean–cut baby face and a shy smile when he greeted the healers.

“Alpha Alistair’s temper is somewhat under control for now,” Abbott whispered. “You guys can go in and try.”

Trista and Xander traded a heavy look. They had to shove down their gut–level fear of a High Alpha’s aura before they finally pushed the door open.

Downstairs in the living room, Alvin was pacing near the spiral staircase like a nervous wreck, while Cassian sat in the lounge area, calmly sipping coffee.

Alvin kept shooting him looks full of pure hatred, but Cassian just stayed detached, looking right through him.

Suddenly, the sound of a violent struggle echoed from the second floor. Cassian slammed his coffee cup down and bolted upright.

Xander and Trista came rushing down the stairs, their footsteps frantic.

Behind them, the third healer, Dr. Halsey, was ghost–white and visibly shaking from pure terror.

Cassian’s eyes immediately locked onto a jagged, bleeding gash on Trista’s palm. His Alpha aura exploded, and he started for the stairs, ready to tear the place apart

Trista grabbed his sleeve, holding him back. “The patient is in a severe state of manic stress! If you go up there, you’ll only trigger him!”

She looked him dead in the eye, refusing to budge. Cassian finally stood down, pulling back his leth energy as they walked back to the sofa.

He carefully sat her down, barking at Dr. Halsey to get the first aid kit and bandage her up.

Xander wiped cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Alvin. “Alpha Alistair’s mental threshold is completely unstable. Any foreign scent sets him off. We’ll come back in three days with specialized sedatives.”

Alvin’s cold gaze shifted back to Cassian.

He let out a harsh snort. “Next time, only the two lead healers need to show up. As for certain… troublemakers… there’s no need for you to step foot on Shadowfang territory again.”

The exit order was loud and clear. Xander looked at Cassian, feeling the awkwardness of the situation.

Cassian held Trista’s injured hand, his eyes so dark they looked like ink. “I’m fine with staying away,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “As soon as you cancel my mate’s medical contract.”

Xander, terrified a fight was about to break out, caught Trista’s eye and gave her a frantic look.

She got the message, grabbed Cassian, and hauled him out of that powder–keg of a packhouse.

The second they were in the car, Trista blew up. “Cassian, what the hell was that? You promised you wouldn’t mess with my career. What is wrong with you?”

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Chapter 244

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Cassian just looked at her, the corner of his mouth twitching into a ghost of a smirk, but he didn’t say a word.

Trista’s suspicion was hitting a breaking point. “Seriously, what is the dirty secret between you and the Shadowfangs?”

Cassian looked away, staring straight ahead at the road. “We’ll talk at home.”

Trista was fuming. His hot–and–cold attitude was driving her crazy. She turned her head, staring out the window as the city blurred past.

When they got back to the apartment, Cassian went int

into a weird, silent mode.

He headed straight for the bathroom to start a warm bath for her, even laying out fresh towels and silk pajamas.

This kind of domestic, attentive care was something Trista had never experienced in all their years together.

Instead of feeling touched, it made her skin crawl.

She wasn’t used to him clocking out early to wait for her for dinner.

She wasn’t used to him showing up at the Center just to hold her hand in front of everyone.

And she definitely wasn’t used to this version of him–someone who seemed almost… subservient.

As he tried to usher her into the bathroom, Trista turned around and dropped the towel he’d handed her.

She looked at him through the rising steam. “Cassian, stop. What is the deal with you, the Shadowfangs, and Alpha Alistair? Give it to me straight.”

Cassian picked up the towel, his expression like a still pond. “Take your bath. I’ll be in the livi

“Why don’t you just wait until I’ve moved out to tell me she yelled after him.

Cassian paused for a heartbeat, gave her a long, deep lock, and then walked out without a word.

Trista did a quick wash, careful of the wound on her hand.

She didn’t even bother drying her hair before she marched out to find him.

Cassian had already laid out the ointment and bandages on the coffee table, like he was expecting her.

She stood over him, practically gritting her teeth. “Cassian. Third time. Talk.”

They locked eyes. Cassian reached out, gently taking her wrist and pulling her down onto the soft sofa.

He held her hand steady with one hand while picking up a sterile swab with the other.

Under the soft glow of the lamp, he finally spoke, “If youre looking at the family tree… Alistair is my uncle. My mother’s brother.”

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