The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 296

Third Person's POV

10:00 AM sharp, Trista entered the procedure room exactly on schedule.

Minutes later, Cassian burst through the clinic doors like a madman.

"Trista!"

A low, wounded roar escaped his throat. Through the mating bond, he could feel the last, flickering traces of the connection fading into nothingness.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he began slamming against the locked door with a desperate, uncontrolled force.

Thalia stepped in front of him, releasing a sharp scent of warning. "Sir, there is a procedure in progress. You need to keep quiet."

"My mate is in there!" Cassian's voice broke into a jagged plea. "Let me in! I have to talk to her!"

"That's against protocol," Thalia said coldly, blocking his path.

"I'm the father!" Cassian roared, his Alpha aura spiking to a lethal level. "That's my Luna in there!"

Thalia stood her ground, her expression hard. "I don't care if you're the father. You aren't going anywhere until she comes out."

Furious, Cassian whipped out his comm-stone and barked a command to Humphrey. "Get me the director of this clinic. Right now!"

Thalia's eyes flashed with defiance. "I don't care if you bring the damn Pope here—you aren't stopping this extraction."

Before she could finish, the indicator light above the door flickered off.

The door pushed open, and a medical assistant walked out, supporting a frail, trembling Trista.

Thalia hurried to help. "Why did it take so long?"

"The pharmacist was late with the prep," Trista rasped, her voice barely a whisper.

She looked up and saw Cassian standing a few feet away. "Thalia... thank you."

Thalia and the assistant helped Trista over to Cassian before tactfully stepping away.

Cassian stared at Trista. She was deathly pale and looked like she might collapse at any moment.

His heart felt like it was being ripped out. He stepped forward and pulled her into a crushing embrace, his voice thick with agony. "Why... why did you kill our pup?!"

Trista let him hold her, her body limp, but her voice was as cold as ice. "I didn't want to. But I couldn't keep it."

"Why not? It was our first kid!"

Cassian cried out, his voice cracking. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this day?"

Trista let out a hollow, tragic laugh. Her eyes were empty.

"I talked to Xander. I handled your leave of absence," he said, his voice low and heavy with pain. "Just rest. Focus on getting better."

Trista didn't say a word. She took the stone and lay back down.

Cassian stood by the bed, his throat tight, unable to find the words to bridge the distance between them.

Paisley walked in with a bowl of warm oatmeal. Cassian took it from her and set it on the nightstand.

He reached out to tuck the covers around Trista. "Paisley made this. Please... try to eat something."

When no response came, he stood there for a long time before finally retreating out of the room, looking utterly defeated.

Paisley sat on the edge of the bed and patted Trista's shoulder. "Your health comes first, honey. Try to have a little."

Trista finally sat up, her strength spent.

Paisley propped a pillow behind her and began to feed her.

Paisley let out a heavy sigh. "What a beautiful life that would have been. Such a shame."

Trista's eyes welled with tears, her voice barely a whisper. "Paisley, I wanted to keep it. I was just so scared."

"For Samantha's sake, he could love a child that wasn't even his. For that woman, he ignored me and took away my right to even be sad. He let everyone think she was his Luna. He wanted to be her husband. He wanted to be that kid's father."