The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258

Third Person’s POV

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Without saying a word, Cassian snatched the pillow from her arms. His other hand clamped onto her wrist like a vice, and he physically hauled her back into the bedroom.

He threw the pillow onto the bed with a violent shove. Standing over her, his voice simmered with suppressed rage. “An Alpha and a Luna sleeping in separate rooms? If that gets out, who’s going to believe we’re still mates?”

Trista gave him a dry, self–deprecating shrug. “If you hate the idea of separate rooms that much, fine. Go get your medical clearance and trade it for a key.”

Cassian lunged forward, grabbing her hand and slamming it against his chest, right over his heart. The beat beneath her palm was heavy, fast, and rhythmic.

“I’m right here. You’re the doctor, aren’t you? If you’re so convinced I’m ‘unclean,‘ go examine me yourself.”

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Trista let out a sharp, bitter laugh and ripped her hand away. “And use myself as a test subject? Are you insane, Cassian, or do you just think I’m an idiot?”

She reached for the pillow to leave again, but Cassian wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, locking her into his chest.

His signature scent–that heavy, aggressive pine–instantly crowded her senses.

“Why did you dodge my call today?” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot.

Trista knew there was no avoiding this.

She shoved him off with everything she had, backed up two steps, and sat on the edge of the bed in total defeat.

“Fine. What kind of hell are you planning to put me through tonight?”

Cassian’s brow furrowed into a deep knot. “I’m trying to communicate with you, not pick a fight.”

“Communicate?” Trista mocked. “Is that what we’re calling whatever Samantha whispered in your ear today?”

Cassian stared at her, the depths of his brown eyes turning a bloodshot red. He looked like he was vibrating with tension. “If you’re just going to assume the worst, there’s no point in me explaining anything.”

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Trista just curled her lip into a sarcastic sncer.

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“Why did you throw money at her at the healing center this morning?” Cassian finally snapped, his voice hard. “And why did you let your coworkers beat her like that? Half her face is swollen.”

Everything clicked.

Trista didn’t bother defending herself or making excuses. She tossed the pillow aside, stood up, and marched right into his space, staring up into those burning wolf eyes.

“She’s a homewrecker who’s only in it for the money, right? I gave her exactly what she wanted. She should be thanking me for being so generous.”

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a lethal chill. “And so what if I had her beaten? Since you’re so heartbroken over it, why don’t you just hit me? Go ahead, get your revenge for her. I’m standing right here.”

Faced with this almost suicidal level of provocation, Cassian was at a total loss.

“Trista,” he said, his voice dropping into a weary, almost pleading tone. “I just want us to talk. Can we please not push this to the point of no return?”

The dam finally broke. The months of accumulated pain and humiliation flooded Trista’s eyes with red. She shoved him back with every ounce of strength she had left.

“Am I the one pushing it? Or is it you and your mother, taking turns driving a knife into my heart? Do you even hear yourself?”

She reached down, grabbed her pillow, and the last flicker of warmth in her eyes died out. “As of right now, we are officially living separately.”

She turned to walk out. Cassian reached for her shoulder, but a sharp, visceral scream from Trista stopped him dead.

“Don’t touch me! You make me sick!”

Cassian’s hand froze in mid–air.

He watched her back as she walked away, his pheromones turning gray and suppressed.

Finally, he took a heavy step back, his voice sounding raspy with defeat. “…Don’t go. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

He bent down, picked up the pillow she’d dropped, and set it silently on the edge of the bed–a wordless white flag.

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Then, he backed out of the room, taking his heavy, suffocating scent with him.

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Trista didn’t wait. She bolted the door instantly. That sharp click of the lock echoed in his sensitive cars like a blade, severing the last thread of their connection.

She collapsed into the blankets, letting the darkness swallow her whole, trying to hide from the ghost of his scent that still lingered in the air.

Late that night, smoke swirled on the balcony.

The cherry of Cassian’s cigarette flickered in the dark, reflecting in the golden, slit pupils of his

eyes.

Humphrey arrived through the cold night mist.

He bowed his head to show the mark on his neck in a sign of total submission before handing a comms stone to Cassian. “Alpha Cassian,” Humphrey whispered. “The surveillance cameras were too far away. We got the video, but the audio sensors couldn’t pick up the conversation between Miss Fernandez and Luna Trista. The signal was too weak.”

Humphrey paused, then added, “Also, we identified the she–wolf who hit Miss Fernandez. She’s not an employee at the clinic. She’s a relative of a patient in the psych ward–known for having a short fuse. She has no connection to Luna Trista whatsoever.”

After Humphrey left, Cassian stood on the balcony for a long time.

The sting of the tobacco couldn’t numb the agitation in his soul. The wolf inside him was howling, pacing his mind, snarling at its master’s stupidity.

The woman who slapped Samantha wasn’t one of Trista’s people. He had accused his mate of something she didn’t do.

And the worst part? Faced with his accusations, she hadn’t even bothered to defend herself.

The image of her red–rimmed eyes and her cold, forced armor played on a loop in his mind. Cassian could feel his wolf whining in the back of his head–a long, mournful sound of pure

regret.

He paced the hallway outside the locked bedroom door. His predator instincts screamed at him to break the door down, to bury his face in her neck and beg for forgiveness, but his heavy boots didn’t dare touch the wood of the door she had closed against him.

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