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.

Samantha’s scent was faint, her pallor alarming.

She struggled to sit upright from the lounge chair, her bare feet barely touching the cool floor. “Cassian, I need to talk to you.”

I glanced at her assistant, who understood the unspoken request and retreated from the room.

I helped Samantha back into her chair, taking a seat beside her. “You’re still recovering. You shouldn’t be getting out of bed.”

She met my gaze, her voice strained yet controlled. “Wynn was defending your Luna. She must really hate me.”

I frowned, determination surging within me. “Don’t worry. I will ensure they apologize to you.”

She scrutinized my expression, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “I didn’t realize they misunderstood me this deeply. She treated me like a homewrecker, yelling and even hitting me. She said I spend your money. If your sister is like this, imagine how your mate will react—she might actually kill me.”

I pressed my brow bone, my voice steady and unwavering. “As long as I’m here, no one will hurt you or your son.”

Samantha grasped my hand, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I know it was selfish of me not to let you explain to your mate. But I’m terrified. Six years ago, your grandfather ruined our happiness with one word. Now, your grandfather and parents could pressure me to death again.”

I spoke firmly, my resolve unyielding. “Don’t worry. Your son’s parentage will not be revealed. I will take responsibility.”

She had suffered immensely over the years, forced into a life she hadn’t chosen. I owed her this assurance.

Samantha whispered, “I know we’re causing you trouble, but I feel so vulnerable. I’m afraid…”

I gently pulled my hand away, my heart aching for her. “You’re the one who got hurt. They should be apologizing to you.”