The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 25

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**The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love**

**Chapter 25**

**Trista’s POV**

The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of my emotions pressing down on me like a leaden blanket. I erupted, my voice raw and filled with anguish, “So what if Silverlight is bankrupt! I’ll tell The Elder Council everything!” Each word was a dagger, aimed directly at the heart of the situation.

“I want to terminate the mating contract! I want to reject you and end the oath!” I could hardly contain the desperation in my voice. The words tumbled out, fueled by the pain that coursed through me.

“I will make sure everyone knows you broke our sacred vow!” Cassian’s eyes darkened with a storm of emotions, but he remained silent, his grip around my wrist unyielding.

I couldn’t help but glance down at his hand, the warmth radiating from his skin contrasting sharply with the icy grip of despair in my chest. The low growl that rumbled in my throat was not a sign of surrender; rather, it was a desperate attempt at restraint, a thin thread of control in a chaotic sea of emotions.

Yet, the pain was like a nail embedded deep within my chest, and every breath I took was a struggle, scraping past that sharp edge, leaving me feeling thin and raw.

I trembled with hysteria, my body a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. Yet there he stood, an immovable wall against the tempest of my emotions, forcing me into a hug that felt more like a prison than comfort.

I fought against the embrace, my head lowering instinctively as I bit down hard on his shoulder, the taste of iron flooding my mouth almost immediately. My wolf howled in protest, trapped behind the bars of my ribs, but I pushed it down with fierce determination.

Cassian’s shoulder twitched beneath my teeth, but he didn’t flinch or pull away. His aura remained steady, refusing to push me away, as if he were bracing himself against the storm I had unleashed.

I finally released my bite, the metallic taste lingering on my tongue, leaving me feeling both powerful and powerless.

“Stop this. Lie down now. I’ll get you water,” he said, his voice low and calm, an anchor in the chaos.

He guided me back against the pillows, and I felt the cool glass of water in his hand as he helped me rinse my mouth. The chill of the glass against my palm was a fleeting distraction, but my breathing remained erratic, my pheromones fluctuating wildly, as if someone were tugging at my very essence.

After that outburst, a heavy numbness washed over me, dulling the sharp edges of my emotions.

I lay back down, my eyes shut tightly, yet tears continued to escape, trailing down my cheeks like silent witnesses to my heartbreak.

The mating bond pulsed gently beneath my ribs, a reminder of our connection that felt both strong and fragile, as if it were a thread stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

Every confrontation since that fateful night had followed this pattern—he would push me to the brink of despair, only to retreat, tending to my wounds with a calm detachment that felt more like duty than love.

He picked up the scattered remnants of our lives together, his movements methodical and precise. When he slid into bed beside me and turned off the light, I felt a pang of loss. His hand reached out cautiously, trying to embrace me from behind, but I instinctively recoiled, pushing him away with a force that surprised even me.

His body tensed for a brief moment before he turned away, presenting his back to me, a barrier between us that felt insurmountable.

Silence enveloped the room, and I bit my lower lip hard, willing my pheromones to retreat, to stay within the confines I had set. Even though we lay in the same bed, I could feel the chasm between us—his heart was impossibly distant.

His silence, his refusal to explain, built an invisible wall that only pushed us further apart, leaving my wolf to curl up in resignation within my bones.

The chill of dawn seeped into the room, pulling me from the fragmented remnants of sleep. As I opened my eyes, I realized he was already gone, his presence fading like a whisper in the wind. Only the faintest trace of his scent lingered, a ghost of what once was.

I paused at the sink, allowing myself a moment to fold my emotions from the night before, layer by layer, shoving them deep back into the recesses of my heart.