The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 352

Third Person's POV

At 8:00 PM, Samantha intercepted the black SUV outside Cassian's apartment building.

Cassian stepped out of the car, radiating an unstable, hyper-agitated Alpha aura. His voice was cold enough to draw blood. "You sent a distress signal like the world was ending. What do you want?"

"Cassian, I know how much the bond-severance hurts the wolf soul. I didn't want to bother you right now, but I couldn't just sit by and let you be played for a fool." As she spoke, Samantha synced a carefully chosen photo of the "happy family of three" to Cassian's terminal.

Cassian glanced at it.

In the frame, Trista was gently adjusting the little boy's shoelaces while Elias's gaze remained fixed on her with unmistakable intensity.

Cassian closed the screen, his face a total mask.

When the explosive Alpha bloodlust she expected didn't happen, Samantha doubled down. "Cassian, I only took that because I didn't think you'd believe me otherwise. I risked her attacking me for this. The way they look together... it's like they've already completed a new marking. I thought she loved you, but it turns out she only cut ties so she could jump to this guy."

"You hunted me down just to use a cheap tactic like this to drive a wedge?" Cassian's eyes swept over her with lethal coldness.

Samantha flinched, quickly tucking away her smugness.

She lowered her head, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck, and whispered, "No... that's not it, Cassian. My wolf is unraveling—that's why I came. About Trista... I just couldn't stand seeing you deceived."

"She already agreed to one last treatment for you. I'll bring you over once I've scheduled a time," Cassian interrupted, his eyes devoid of warmth.

Samantha felt a surge of triumph. As long as he was still taking her to see his ex, it proved she was still the one who needed his protection.

She gave a submissive nod. "Thank you, Cassian. I'll go home and wait for your word."

Cassian watched her leave, then leaned heavily against his car door, rubbing his temples in frustration.

He pulled his phone back out and stared at the photo.

Without the bond's intuition, he couldn't tell if the smile on Trista's face was real or just a performance.

All he knew was that his apartment, now empty of her scent, felt like a freezing cage.

The next morning, Cassian's car was already parked at Trista's clinic when she arrived.

The second he saw her silver sedan pull into its spot, he marched over.

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