The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 310

Third Person's POV

Cassian's dark gold eyes were locked onto her, his pupils trembling with suppressed emotion.

"Trista," his voice was a jagged rasp, like he'd been swallowing glass. "Don't look at me like that. Please."

Trista met his gaze, her expression a flat, calm void. "The way I'm looking at you isn't even a tenth as bad as the way you looked at me when you were tearing my life apart."

Cassian's composure finally snapped. He lunged forward, his hands clamping onto her shoulders like iron shackles.

His Alpha aura was spiraling out of control as he begged, his words coming out one by one. "I know I trashed everything. Just give me a chance. Let me fix our mating bond!"

Trista laughed.

She laughed until her eyes crinkled, yet the herbal scent of her pheromones turned to sub-zero ice.

"Give you a chance?" she asked, tilting her head with a taunting edge. "A chance to set up a new nest for Samantha? To keep your little 'secret' tucked away in another luxury apartment?"

The strength left Cassian's body. His hands slid uselessly from her shoulders. "...You found out?"

Trista stepped back, making sure there was plenty of space between them. "Cassian, stop acting like your world is ending. If the other wolves in the pack saw you like this, they'd actually think you gave a damn about me."

Cassian's eyes were bloodshot. His primal instincts finally overrode his civilized mask, and he blurted out, "What if I actually love you?"

Trista laughed again.

She covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking. It took her a long time to catch her breath. Finally, she pointed a finger at her own heart.

"Cassian, do you even know what love is?"

The Los Angeles street was silent as their clashing pheromones fought a invisible war in the air.

"Back in the territory, whenever my parents caught the best game, you were the first person I thought of. Even if it meant offending the elders, I'd hide the prime cuts just so I could feed them to you myself."

"When I knew your father's power struggles turned bloody, I was so worried I skipped my own wolf-awakening training just to make sure you were safe."

"To help with your insomnia and your restless wolf side, I didn't think twice about giving up my dream of being a musician. I forced myself to study medicine—something I found boring and exhausting—just for you."

"After we mated, I was so worried about the pressure you faced as an Alpha. Every time you came home, I met you with a smile. I acted like a clingy brat just to give you a moment of peace."

"When your stomach hurt, I was more anxious than you were. I wished I could take the pain for you. I spent days and nights in the lab just to find a sedative that would actually let you sleep."

She shoved him away with everything she had. "As of right now, we are officially separated. I'm filing the paperwork with the elders. This mating is over."

A violent, localized pain flared in Cassian's chest, as if his heart were being physically ripped out.

He clutched his chest, his body trembling. "...I'll agree to the separation for now. But a severance? Don't even dream about it!"

An Uber pulled up to the curb.

Trista opened the door and looked back, her tone airy and light. "Fine. We'll start with the separation."

Watching her taillights disappear down the street, Cassian slumped against a tree. In his expensive suit, he looked utterly broken.

A few minutes later, Humphrey emerged from the shadows like a ghost. "Alpha Cassian," he whispered. "The surveillance shows Samantha just left the apartment."

The grief in Cassian's eyes was instantly replaced by a lethal, cold fury.

He straightened up, turning back into that stone statue of death.

"Don't let her out of your sight."