The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 314

Third Person's POV

In the eyes of an Alpha, this kind of amateur seduction was just embarrassing.

Cassian didn't budge. He radiated a bone-chilling aura that made it clear she was an unwanted intruder. "A critical defense update just came in. Clean yourself up. Whatever you want to say can wait until tomorrow."

Samantha looked up, her eyes flashing with resentment, only to freeze. Right there, on the side of Cassian's neck, were several bright red, unmistakable scratch marks—the kind left by a woman in the heat of the moment.

Jealousy tore through her heart like a venomous snake. She could feel it: the mating bond, which she thought was practically dead, seemed to have been jolted back to life by whatever happened tonight.

Staring at the closed door, Samantha's hands went cold.

Cassian had definitely just come from that bitch Trista's room.

The lingering scent of alcohol on his breath and those marks on his neck told the whole story.

Even with their bond on the rocks, they could still set the sheets on fire.

Meanwhile, no matter how much she threw herself at him lately, Cassian acted like a monk. He was cold, calculated, and completely uninterested.

It was clear to her now: Cassian loved Trista.

His protection and favoritism toward her, Samantha, was nothing more than cheap pity for a "savior."

Real love was that uncontrollable possessiveness—the hunger to consume someone whole.

She had once asked a psychologist to analyze Cassian.

The man had grown up under the thumb of Howard; he was rigid, a rule-follower by nature.

Back then, when he fought his family for her, it wasn't about love. It was a late-term rebellion—he was just using her to vent his lifelong frustration with his grandfather's control.

Samantha gritted her teeth, her gaze turning lethal.

She had to end their bond for good.

Even if she never became the official Luna, she would cling to Cassian like a parasite and bleed his fortune dry.

The next morning, a scream echoed from the bathroom of Trista's suite.

Trista stared into the mirror in horror. Her neck and shoulders were covered in dark red marks.

"Who the hell did this? How hungry were they to chew me up like this?"

She racked her brain, but her memory cut out at the elevator last night.

After that... did she actually pick up some random call boy?

On the sidewalk, he gripped her arm, refusing to let go. "Trista, come on. Stay two more days. Please?"

Trista shook her head firmly. "Your father said if you help your brother with the mating ceremony at the end of the month, you're free. Stop faking sick and do your job."

Isaiah grumbled, blocking her path to the car. "That asshole is still upstairs, isn't he? Just let me go up there and kick his teeth in for you."

Trista sighed and patted his head. "To be honest? You'd lose that fight. Badly."

Isaiah's eye twitched with annoyance. "This is Europe! This is Locke pack territory! I might not take him one-on-one, but I can bring a hunting party!"

Trista gave him a quick, platonic hug to calm him down. "Forget about him. When you're back in L.A., dinner's on me."

Isaiah took the chance to hug her tight, whining like a spoiled pup. "Trista, I really want to go with you."

Watching from a black luxury car parked nearby, Samantha seized the moment. "Cassian, look at her. She's literally all over that man in the middle of the street."

She knew perfectly well it was just Isaiah, but she wanted to pour gasoline on the fire.

Inside the car, Cassian watched the two silhouettes through the glass. His grip tightened until his knuckles turned white against the leather armrest.

"Stop the car," he said flatly.

The car eased to the curb. But by the time Cassian stepped out, Trista had already climbed into the sports car and sped away.