The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 318

Third Person's POV

Cassian carefully tucked the thin blanket around Trista, his fingers lingering on the soft fabric for just a second. He breathed in the faint, steady rhythm of her scent before forcing himself to turn and walk away.

That evening, Cassian headed straight back to the Ironthorn estate.

He ordered the pack chefs to prepare a full spread of Trista's favorite dishes, then began pacing anxiously in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that faced the territory border.

As the Alpha, he felt the exact moment Trista's car crossed the red line. The familiar pull of her Luna essence made his soul shudder.

The rain was coming down hard now. He didn't even wait for the butler to bring an umbrella before sprinting out into the downpour.

Standing on the porch, Humphrey watched Cassian chase after his mate with a sigh. That was the power of the bond—even the strongest wolf couldn't outrun the pull of fate.

Cassian held the umbrella over Trista, ushering her inside to shield her from the biting cold.

They had barely stepped into the foyer when Wilmot's voice boomed through the hall, heavy with age and authority. "You disgrace! You've pushed your grandfather's wolf soul to the brink of collapse—he's practically regressing! And you have the nerve to bring this traitorous woman back here?"

Trista didn't give an inch. Her eyes were as sharp as blades. "He's only reacting to the 'gift' his precious heir gave him. Don't blame me. If you think the territory is restless, maybe you should start by clearing out the half-breeds who actually polluted your bloodline."

Wilmot's face went purple. A low, bestial growl vibrated in his throat.

Cassian didn't even acknowledge his father's rage. With a protective hand on Trista's back, he led her straight to his mother's quarters.

Alaina was slumped on the sofa, radiating a cloud of pure exhaustion. She barely managed to summon enough energy to look up when they entered.

Trista shot a cold look at Cassian, who was hovering like a shadow. "Pull back your pheromones and get out," she ordered.

Cassian stood there, looking stunned and a little pathetic. His restless wolf side felt a sting of rejection at her bluntness.

Alaina shot him a look of her own, using her maternal aura to finish him off. "She told you to get out. Stop bothering us."

His face darkened, but Cassian had no choice. He backed out and closed the door.

"Alaina, you should just end the bond. Walk away from this rotted family and be free."

Cassian froze in the hallway, his spine going rigid at the scandalous suggestion.

He spun around to go back in, but Trista had sensed him coming; she locked the door from the inside before he could touch the handle.

Her expression was dead serious. "Cassian, you know perfectly well she stayed for you and Wynn. she swallowed her pride under your father and grandfather just to make sure you two had a life."

"Now that you're all grown up, even Wynn has the guts to stand up for her. But you? As her son, all you care about is keeping up appearances. What right do you have to talk down to her?"

Seeing her temper flare, Cassian immediately softened his tone. "Okay, okay. Don't be mad. We won't talk about it."

Trista felt a wave of exhaustion.

Cassian had been brainwashed by Howard's cold survival tactics since he was a pup. He'd grown up in such a twisted power structure that his heart had turned to stone.

That numbness had bled into their mating.

Every time they had a conflict, his only move was silence and avoidance.

It was in his DNA—a gift from his family that he couldn't seem to shake.

Cassian tried to change the subject. "I haven't been sleeping. My wolf is restless. Do you still have that sedative you used to make for me?"