The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 349

Third Person's POV

They stood inches apart. Trista looked away, avoiding those dark gold eyes that were practically screaming his undying devotion.

She didn't bother arguing with his vague promises. She just tapped her watch. "The Priestess is heading to lunch. Let's get moving."

Cassian stared at her, a wave of panic hitting him. He had this gut feeling that once they stepped through those doors, some things would be lost forever.

Ignoring the curious looks from the crowd, he pulled her into one last, careful embrace.

Trista patted his back, treating him like an agitated puppy. "Come on, Cassian. It's just end the mating. It's not like we're never seeing each other again. Don't be so dramatic."

Cassian slowly let go.

They shared one last look before he took her hand, and together they stepped into the marble silence of the Altar.

The last Monday of May, 11:45 AM, it was over.

The two of them walked out of the hall together.

Trista hadn't expected it to go so smoothly.

She held up the severance certificate, complete with the Moon Goddess's official seal, and squinted at it in the bright L.A. sun.

So, this was what freedom tasted like.

No drama, no elders blocking the way. All it took was Cassian's signature to kill the bond for good.

A smile slowly spread across her face. The weight she'd been carrying for years just evaporated. She looked—and felt—totally light.

That smile cut right through Cassian's nerves.

He clutched his own copy of the papers so hard the thick cardstock began to crumple.

"You're really that happy to be rid of me?" he asked, his voice thick with bitterness.

Trista realized he was still standing there and quickly wiped the grin off her face, tucking the papers safely into her bag.

Her phone was buzzing nonstop in her pocket. "Since we're done here, I'll let you get back to Ironthorn business," she said, her voice noticeably peppier. "Just give me my suitcase. I'll call a car."

Cassian swallowed the lump of salt in his throat. "It's lunchtime," he said stiffly. "Let's eat together, then I'll drop you off."

Before she could say no, he added, "I have some major intel on Samantha we need to talk about."

Trista weighed her options and finally gave a nod. "Fine. But this 'goodbye meal' is on me, Alpha Cassian."

The cold formality of "Alpha Cassian" made his face go dark.

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