The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 358

Third Person's POV

Late night, Cassian stepped in the apartment, Fred trailing right behind him.

Cassian ripped off his suit jacket—which still reeked of the gunpowder and tension from the Ironthorn estate—and tossed it onto the floor. "Where's Wynn?"

"She bolted to the Silverlight place," Fred said, rubbing his scratched arm as he sat down.

He winced. "No one can calm that pup down when she's in a frenzy except Trista. Also, is it a genetic defect in your family? You Ironthorns use your Alpha rank like a sledgehammer the second you get annoyed. She almost used my arm as a chew toy on the way over."

Cassian stared into space, silent for a long beat, before suddenly standing up.

Fred lunged forward and grabbed his collar. "Whoa, hold it. You think you can just sniff the air and crawl back to Silverlight? Get a grip, Cassian. You officially cut ties. If you step onto Trista's turf without an invite, you're an intruder. They'll tear you apart."

Meanwhile, at the Silverlight villa.

Wynn was curled up on the sofa in Trista's bedroom. Her pupils hadn't come down from the stress yet; they were a terrifying shade of red.

"If my dad tries to force me into some Alpha's bed, I'll cripple my own wolf soul first," she choked out.

Trista released a gentle wave of healing energy, trying to soothe the girl's frayed nerves. "Wynn, Ironthorn is a powerhouse. Your parents are always going to want a bloodline that matches yours."

Wynn's ears drooped in total defeat. "But I don't feel a thing for any of the males Grandpa picks. Their scents make me sick. How am I supposed to accept a marking from someone like that?"

Trista watched her, carefully floating an idea. "Fred's family is one of the Great Eight. You guys grew up together. What about him?"

The mention of Fred was like a bucket of cold water.

Wynn looked at her palms, her expression borderline horrified. "Me and Fred? We're practically blood! Growing up with him was like having a brother. I have zero—and I mean zero—biological urge to mate with that guy."

Trista shook her head with a small smile.

Suddenly, she caught a familiar, frantic Ironthorn scent on the wind.

She checked a notification on her phone—a location request from Cassian. "Your brother is here," Trista told Wynn. "He's waiting at the boundary. You want to go back with him?"

Wynn winced, remembering her father's hand across her face, but she slowly stood up.

Trista threw on a coat and walked her out.

In the darkness, Cassian was leaning against his car. The second he saw Trista, his aggressive Alpha energy turned completely submissive.

He glanced at Wynn, his voice low and firm. "Wait in the car. I need to talk to your Luna."

Despite the divorce, Wynn instinctively obeyed her brother's aura and scrambled into the passenger seat.

Cassian stepped up to Trista and handed her an envelope stuffed with cash.

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