The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 327

Third Person's POV

Cassian bent down and set her slippers at her feet, his voice dropping to a freezing sub-zero. "If you want to end the bond, fine. Do your worst. But until that official decree comes down from the Werewolf Council, you're staying right where I can see you."

He saw Trista clutching her comm-stone, backed into a corner by the shoe rack, her eyes full of raw suspicion. It was like the last of his patience just evaporated.

He let out a jagged, self-deprecating laugh. "You don't have to look at me like I'm some rabid dog. I haven't lost my mind enough to force myself on my own Luna."

With that, he marched into his study. The door slammed so hard it felt like the house shook.

The next afternoon, Trista met Elias for lunch.

"Mr. Manwaring," Trista said, her voice laced with concern. "The Ironthorn influence runs deep in this city. If this case is getting too risky for you, please, let me know."

Elias looked at her, his expression dead serious. "Trista, if there is even a one-percent chance that you and Cassian can fix this, tell me now. I'll withdraw the petition and let you think it over."

Trista didn't blink. "That door didn't just close; he slammed it shut and locked it. I know the pressure is huge, but I'm done. This bond has to go."

Elias nodded. "The Ironthorn legal team is a pack of attack dogs, but Cassian is the one who broke the loyalty pact. He's on the wrong side of history here. As long as you're sure, I'm in."

Trista felt a weight lift off her chest.

This top-tier attorney was a total pro—he had the guts of an Alpha but never overstepped his bounds.

Later that day, Trista headed to the Shadowfang territory.

Alistair saw right through her the moment she walked in. "So, that old fox Elias actually agreed to go after Cassian for you?"

Trista lit a stick of calming incense and gave a self-deprecating smile. "Your nose is as sharp as ever, Alistair."

As she turned around, the tip of the incense accidentally brushed against Alistair's expensive custom suit. She pulled back just in time, but the damage was done.

Alistair stared at the tiny singe mark on his thigh and arched an eyebrow. "Is this how you treat your 'uncle' now?"

"Luna Trista, Alpha Howard has requested your presence at the packhouse." Several heavy-hitting sentries blocked her path.

Trista was escorted back to the main Ironthorn house.

She expected a trial, but instead, she found Howard sitting in a surprisingly calm atmosphere.

"Cassian is refusing to sign because he still wants you," Howard said slowly. "Since that stray's brat isn't his, just drop the attitude and go back to being our Luna. We'll consider the past month a mistake and move on. The pack won't hold it against you."

Trista stood before Howard, feeling like she was in the middle of a bad joke. "Did your 'perfect heir' forget to mention he was served with a divorce petition at the shareholder meeting yesterday?"

Howard's clouded but sharp eyes narrowed. A heavy, suffocating wave of Alpha pressure filled the room. "Listen, girl. Keep your eyes on the future of this territory. One day, the entire Ironthorn map—hunting grounds spanning multiple states—will belong to your and Cassian's children. Don't go trying to shake the foundations of this pack over a little pheromone slip-up with some low-tier she-wolf."

Trista let out a cold laugh. It sounded like a winter wind—sharp and final. "The power, the money, even this 'high-tier bloodline' you're so proud of? I couldn't care less about any of it anymore."

Wilmot finally snapped. His inner wolf was roaring as he jumped to his feet, pointing a finger at her. "There are Alphas all over this continent who play fast and loose with their mating bonds! Especially predators at Cassian's level! He didn't bring that bastard into our sacred halls, and he hasn't cut the bond with you—what more do you want?"