The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 248

The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice Banish Love

Chapter 248

Third Person’s POV

Cassian walked over to Trista, his expression flickering with a rare moment of hesitation.

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Trista, however, played it cool–maybe a little too cool. “Look,” she said, her voice flat. “Since Madison came all the way here to hunt you down, it’s obviously about Samantha. You should go. Hurry.”

Watching Trista remain so unbothered–so completely detached–left Cassian feeling like his world was tilting.

His first instinct was to explain himself.

Trista tried to pull away, but he held on with that signature Alpha grip, refusing to let go.

He turned to Madison, his voice dropping to sub–zero temperatures. “Madison, please leave. If Samantha were actually in a life–threatening emergency, she’d be calling the clinic, not sending you to break into my private apartment.”

Madison was floored. She didn’t expect him to be this cold. “Cassian, look,” she blurted out. “I know your mate is standing right there and you don’t want a scene, but your relationship with Samantha isn’t exactly a state secret!”

Cassian’s eyes flashed with a dangerous, predatory glint, but Madison was too far gone to notice.

“Samantha hasn’t been officially cleared by the Ironthorn Elders yet, sure,” Madison continued, “but she gave you a son! That’s your bloodline! Her mental state is cratering right now–she needs you!”

Cassian’s face went dark as a thundercloud. “Leave. Now. Before I put your name on the Ironthorn permanent ban list.”

“Why are you even wasting your breath on this brat?”

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Isaiah strolled over, holding an iced Americano, and promptly tossed the entire cup at her. Madison shrieked, jumping back as the coffee drenched her designer skirt.

As Madison scrambled out of the apartment in a total panic, Trista turned back to Cassian, still acting like she was discussing the weather. “I know you’re worried about her. Just go. Better to handle it now than take it out on me later when you’re full of regret.”

Cassian stared into her eyes, his voice sounding raw and wounded. “Trista… do you really think I’m that far gone?”

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Trista gave him a look like he was a stray dog that had lost its mind. She didn’t say a word. She just grabbed Isaiah and headed for the dining room.

Fifteen minutes later, a fuming Madison climbed into a white sedan parked at the curb.

Samantha leaned forward from the back seat, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Madison! Well? Is he coming?”

Madison looked down at her ruined dress, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Samantha, tell me the truth. Is Cassian really that kid’s father?”

Samantha flinched, her gaze darting away. “Why? Don’t you trust me?”

“I just went up there and begged him like you told me to,” Madison snapped. “He didn’t give a damn. He stood there and let that freak friend of his drench me in coffee! He didn’t look like a man who cares about you or that kid at all.”

Samantha went pale, searching for a quick lie. “Maybe… maybe it’s because Trista was right there. He was probably just putting on a show so he wouldn’t get in trouble.”

As she spoke, Samantha’s nails dug deep into her palms.

At 3:00 PM, in a high–end, private cafe downtown, Samantha had called for a meeting with Alaina.

She didn’t waste time with small talk. “You said before that you had a way to make Cassian and Trista end things for good so I could move in. Were you serious?”

Alaina didn’t look up. She took an elegant sip of her coffee, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

She reached out and slid a menu–written entirely in French–across the table toward Samantha.

Her tone was calm, but it carried the crushing weight of high–society status. “I can bring you to a private cafe for elite wolves. But if you want to know what it feels like to belong here, you have to learn how to place your own order.”

Samantha stared at the wall of French words, her throat tightening.

Ever since they sat down, the former Luna had been savoring a premium Mandheling blend, while Samantha was left with nothing but a glass of plain water.

She finally realized Alaina wasn’t being a host; she was mocking her. She was reminding Samantha that she didn’t belong.

Samantha’s face flushed with shame, her voice turning sharp. “Alaina, how long are you going to

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keep playing these classist games with me?”

Alaina maintained her perfect composure, but her eyes broadcasted total disdain.

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This was the second time she’d used Samantha’s commoner background to humiliate her.

Samantha’s hands shook under the table as she cursed Alaina in her head. “One day,” she thought, “when I’m the Luna of Ironthorn, I’ll make this arrogant old woman pay.”

Alaina took another sip, not bothering to hide her disgust. “My goal is simple: I want my son and Trista to cut ties and end that dead contract. Whether you’re smart enough to actually take that seat? That’s your problem, not mine.”

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