The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 367

Third Person's POV

Seeing the ship go down, Georgia flipped the script instantly. She pointed a finger at Samantha and shrieked for the whole room to hear, "We had no idea she was out there murdering people! We're victims too! She dragged us into this! Call the cops, do whatever you want—just don't take it out on my son and grandson!"

George and Angela nodded frantically, looking like they couldn't wait to scrub their DNA of any connection to her.

Samantha stared at her family in disbelief, a broken, wheezing sound escaping her throat. "Mom... George... I sold my soul for this family. I clawed and cheated for you, and now you're just throwing me away?"

Georgia and the rest of them ducked their heads, refusing to even look her in the eye.

Just then, sirens began to wail outside the club.

Samantha tried to crawl toward Cassian again, but the pack guards intercepted her, tossing her back like she was a bag of trash.

Her last thread of sanity finally snapped. After a burst of haunting, hysterical laughter, she locked eyes with Cassian, her gaze as lethal as a poisoned fang.

"Cassian, you think throwing me in a dungeon means you get to mark Trista again?"

She pointed at him, screaming at the crowd of elites. "To help me hide that brat's real father, he stayed by our side at the hospital for a full month behind Trista's back! He personally forged the paternity test to keep the lie alive! Every bit of 'kindness' he showed me was paid for in that woman's blood! Even if I die, you'll never earn her forgiveness!"

It was as if Cassian had been stripped of his Alpha aura.

He walked toward Trista on autopilot, his eyes bloodshot with regret. He tried to speak, his throat working hard, but under Trista's sub-zero gaze, he couldn't force out a single word.

Trista's cold eyes passed right over Cassian and landed on Isaiah. "This is boring," she said quietly. "Let's go."

Every accusation Samantha had hurled was a jagged blade, peeling back the bloody truth and shredding whatever dignity was left of their old bond.

Even if Cassian threw this traitor into the deepest abyss today, he couldn't bridge the soul-deep canyon that now sat between them.

It was never just about Samantha. It was about the fact that at every crossroad, Cassian had personally cut the frequency that allowed him to feel Trista's soul, choosing instead to exile her.

Seeing Trista remain so calm—as if Samantha were nothing more than a speck of dust on her territory—triggered a final, acidic surge of jealousy.

"Die! You arrogant bitch!"

Samantha let out a bestial roar. In a frantic burst of emotion, she partially shifted. Her knuckles cracked and lengthened into jagged, black claws that flashed under the chandeliers. She lunged, swiping at Trista's throat with everything she had left.

If she couldn't be the Luna, she was going to make sure Trista didn't walk away with an intact soul.

Three years of obedience had cost her her family and her sense of self.

Luckily, she'd woken up in time.

She had built a life in L.A. with her own two hands, while Samantha had spent hers trying to be a parasite on a man's power.

This was the price of trying to take a shortcut while refusing to grow.

A group of police officers marched into the hall, the cold click of handcuffs locking onto Samantha.

Trista didn't give her another look. She took Isaiah by the arm and walked straight out of the party.

Cassian stood frozen, watching her go. His pressure had completely collapsed; he didn't even have the heart to chase after her.

Pinned to the floor by the cops, Samantha watched Cassian's total devastation and let out one last, haunting laugh.

She screamed at him, "You were so heartless, I hope you never find love! I hope you die alone!"