The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 247

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Isaiah pointed at the circle of incense arranged like a cult ritual, his claws practically popping out from sheer rage. “Cassian! You call this a sleep aid? You might as well just drag me out to the pack barrens and bury me alive!”

Cassian sat on the edge of the bed with an air of cold, dictatorial confidence, the candlelight flickering in his dark eyes. “Lie down. Close your eyes.”

Isaiah clutched the pillow Trista had given him–the one embroidered with the Ironthorn crest–and huddled in the doorway, looking absolutely terrified.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Isaiah practically scrambled over himself to get to the door, his phone flashlight waving wildly in the dark.

Trista was standing there, squinting at the pitch–black apartment. “Isaiah? Did you blow a fuse?”

Isaiah grabbed Trista’s arm like she was a lifeline. “Hey! Cassian just stormed in here, cut the power, and was about to use me as a werewolf sacrifice in the bedroom!

Cassian stepped out of the shadows, his protective possessiveness flaring instantly.

He reached out and brushed Isaiah’s hand off Trista’s arm before flipping the breaker back on.

As the lights flooded the room, Trista finally saw the disaster.

Cassian slid an arm around Trista’s waist, his voice dropping into a low, persuasive hum. “I already lit the incense for him. You have to deal with Alpha Alistair’s injuries at the healing center tomorrow–go back and get some sleep.”

Isaiah pointed toward the bedroom, jumping in frustration. “Go look at what he did! That’s not s incense; he’s trying to put me into a permanent coma!”

Trista shot Cassian a look and hurried inside.

A thick, suffocating herbal stench hit her so hard she actually coughed.

Looking at the white candles and the piles of spices on the floor, her temple started to throb.

Without a word, she blew out the flames and threw open the balcony doors to vent the room.

Five more minutes of that concentration, and Isaiah really would have lost consciousness.

After clearing the mess, Trista dragged Cassian into the hallway. “How could you do that to my patient?”

When Cassian stayed silent, she hissed in a low voice, “These herbs can soothe a feral spike, but in high doses, they’ll trash your olfactory nerves. Did you want him to lose his sense of smell for the rest of his life?”

Cassian stood there, pouting like a moody teenager. “That incense isn’t half as toxic as his mouth.”

Trista stared at him, genuinely bewildered.

Where was the steady, sophisticated pack leader she used to know?

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Apparently, while she was busy dealing with the Shadowfang mess, her own man had gone completely off the deep end.

Isaiah saw his opening and went full drama–mode. “He turned my bedroom into a crime scene. I’m going to have nightmares if I stay here. I can’t do it.”

Trista felt a headache coming on.

She had a long day ahead of her with Alistair.

Isaiah leaned in, looking miserable. “I’m telling you, the vibes in this apartment are off. I feel like I’m de- evolving. Can I just crash at your place tonight?”

Before Trista could answer, Cassian shot him down with a cold, lethal Alpha glare. “The one–eyed old wolf on the 13th floor hasn’t died yet, so what’s a scrub like you on the 11th floor so scared of?”

Isaiah grabbed Trista’s arm, pleading. “Please? Just for tonight? I’m seriously freaked out.”

Cassian’s possessiveness hit a boiling point. He shoved Isaiah back and hauled Trista into his arms. “The answer is no. There’s no room for you.”

Trista looked at Cassian, exasperated. “You just turned his bedroom into one night. What’s the big deal?”

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“Exactly!” Isaiah shouted, clutching his Ironthorn pillow and ducking behind Trista. He shot Cassian a smug look. “It’s not like I’m trying to jump in your room. What are you so salty about?”

Seeing that Trista was too tired to even keep her eyes open, Cassian finally backed down, though his face remained like thunder.

Half an hour later, Trista finished setting up the guest room and collapsed into her own bed.

Cassian sat on the edge of the mattress, radiating pure, moody energy. She ignored him, crawled covers, and killed the light.

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The next morning, the three of them were just heading to the kitchen for coffee when the doorbell rang.

Trista expected Fred, but it was Madison.

Madison pushed past Trista and marched straight up to Cassian.

Her voice was frantic. “Cassian, something happened to Samantha last night. I told her to call you, but she was so worried about Trista being here that she refused. I couldn’t just stand by and watch!”

Cassian instinctively glanced at Trista before looking back at Madison. “What happened?”

Madison shot a pointed, mysterious look at Trista. “Cassian, it’s a private matter. I can’t explain it here. You need to come to her apartment and see for yourself.”

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