The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 29

**Where Soft Light Shines, Darkness Fades From Tired Hearts**
by Evan Holt Crane

**Chapter 29**

The following day found me in the Evening Primrose Ward of the healing center, a place that exuded a peculiar blend of tranquility and tension. The air was infused with the soothing essence of evening primrose steam, mingling with the sharp scent of silver disinfectant that hung in the atmosphere, creating an almost surreal ambiance.

Across from me stood Wynn, her head bowed as if weighed down by some invisible burden. Beside me, Fred lounged on the sofa, his presence a silent anchor amidst the brewing storm.

Finished. The word echoed in my mind like a final verdict.

I gestured toward the door of the visitation room, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with a mix of curiosity and accusation. “Did Luna Trista send you here to stir up trouble for her?”

Wynn leaned against the wall, her posture relaxed yet defiant. She raised her head slowly, her tone dripping with nonchalance. “She is not that petty.”

In my hand, I held the comm-stone crystal, its smooth surface reflecting the dim light as it played back a video. The scene unfolded before my eyes, a chilling reminder of the confrontation that had taken place.

In the footage, I watched as Wynn forcefully pushed the door open, the bolt striking the wall with a sharp, resounding crack. She strode into the entryway with purpose, opening the shoe cabinet and retrieving a pair of men’s indoor slippers. The sound of them clattering against the wall echoed ominously in my ears.

Her gaze shifted to Samantha, and I could feel the temperature drop as Wynn’s voice turned icy, a tone I had never heard from her before. “This apartment is the cage he bought for you, right?”

Samantha’s smile faltered, her demeanor shifting as she turned her body to face the camera, a defensive posture. “You misunderstood. Cassian and I are in the past.”

Wynn, in her high heels, advanced toward Samantha, closing the distance between them until they were mere inches apart. With a swift motion, she raised her hand and snatched the diamond earring from Samantha’s ear, the action so precise it left no room for doubt.

Samantha gasped, her hand instinctively flying to her ear as she stumbled back.

Wynn held the earring aloft, her voice now frigid as the winter air. “Did you earn these hundred-thousand-dollar diamonds yourself, Ms. Fernandez? Or did you spend my brother’s money?”

“Cassian gave them to me,” Samantha confessed, her voice trembling under the weight of the accusation.

Wynn’s grip on Samantha’s hair tightened as she yanked her back closer, her tone growing even colder. “Is this what you mean by ‘in the past’?”

“Don’t be so judgmental—” Samantha began, but her words were cut off.

Wynn lifted her chin defiantly, her voice sharp enough to cut. “Let me be clear—you’re an unmated omega, reeking of mating pheromones, calling a mated Alpha late at night. I know exactly what you want.”

Samantha’s voice dropped to a whisper, filled with desperation. “I didn’t mean to… I’m just sick. I can’t control it.”

“Stop playing the victim. Your status doesn’t even qualify you to be a breeder for the Ironthorn guards.”

In the video, I noticed Samantha biting her lip, her face draining of color.

A frown etched itself onto my forehead, a reflexive response to the unfolding drama.

Fred stepped in, placing his arm between the two women. “Stop the violence.”

Wynn shoved his arm aside, a gesture filled with barely contained rage.

The camera captured the tension in her raised hand, the fingers elongated and rigid, a clear sign of her barely restrained fury.

She lifted her chin, her voice a chilling declaration. “Let me be even clearer. If you want to shed your rogue status and have a powerful mate, go try with another wolf—Cassian is off-limits. Six years ago, you couldn’t cross Ironthorn’s border, and you still can’t now.”

Her assistant rushed forward, positioning herself protectively in front of Samantha, her voice rising in protest. “How can you speak so harshly? Alpha Cassian treasures Ms. Fernandez dearly. If he finds out, you might not even be able to stay in this city—”

Fred reached out once more to intervene, but Wynn shrugged off his hand, the fur on the back of her hand bristling with tension. The urge to partially shift rippled beneath her skin, the pads of her palms swelling slightly, a physical manifestation of her anger.

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