The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 32

**Where Soft Light Shines Darkness Fades From Tired Hearts by Evan Holt Crane**

**Chapter 32**

**Trista’s POV**

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**Finished**

“Ms. Fernandez, in this city, being ‘friends’ with Alpha Cassian is worth thousands of friends. Don’t waste your energy on me.”

With a resolute step, I moved aside, intent on leaving the conversation behind. But before I could fully escape, she unexpectedly grasped my forearm, her grip firm yet desperate. “That’s not it, Trista. You misunderstand Cassian and me—”

Impatience surged through me, and I swiftly disentangled her fingers from my uniform sleeve, feeling an unsettling mix of irritation and resolve.

In an instant, she stumbled, crashing to the marble floor with a dull thud that echoed through the hall.

Gasps erupted from the nearby shifters and human patients, their eyes widening in shock as they rushed to the scene.

“Samantha!”

His voice rang out, filled with urgency, as he sprinted down the hallway, the billing receipt still clutched tightly in his hand, flapping like a flag of concern.

Cassian’s footsteps were heavy and authoritative, a reminder of his Alpha status. He knelt beside her, his hands gently examining her knee, then her wrist, his expression a blend of worry and focus.

Samantha winced, covering her knee with a trembling hand. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she spoke, her voice small and shaky. “I only wanted to apologize to Trista properly. I didn’t expect her to be so angry.”

Without hesitation, he lifted her effortlessly, cradling her in a perfect fireman’s carry, his gaze locking onto mine. His voice, though calm, held an icy edge. “You’re a healer. She’s already fragile. How could you push her?”

I felt the weight of exhaustion settle over me, too weary to engage in her theatrics.

My eyes drifted to the she-wolf nestled in his arms. I replied, my tone flat and devoid of emotion, “She was asking for trouble. I only pushed her away. I was being courteous. I should have slapped her to teach her what a boundary is.”

A ripple of shock coursed through the onlookers, their expressions a mix of disbelief and concern.

Samantha quickly regained her composure, clutching at Cassian’s cuff as if he were her lifeline. She whispered, “Cassian, my leg hurts. Please take me back to my room.”

Without another word, he turned and carried her away, leaving me standing there, a mix of frustration and resignation swirling inside me.

My colleague leaned in, whispering with curiosity, “Trista, are they a couple? Why is she treating you like that?”

I felt the shards of my emotions slip back into place, like a knife sliding back into its sheath, the pain still lingering.

“They are mates.”

**Cassian’s POV**

I carried Samantha, taking two steps before my feet faltered, halting beneath the bright hallway lights that felt almost blinding.

The crowd around us began to thin as they moved toward the exit, but Trista remained, her back straight as a rod, refusing to glance back.

Then, I heard her voice, chilling and sharp, “They are mates.”

A heavy weight settled in my chest, a sensation akin to being struck by an unseen force.

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**Finished**

The mating bond tugged painfully at my ribs, a reminder of the connection I felt. My wolf stirred within me, whispering, “She’s disconnecting.”

I turned, still holding Samantha, my gaze locked onto Trista’s retreating figure.

She had been so emotional about Samantha for days now.

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