The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 37

**Where Soft Light Shines, Darkness Fades From Tired Hearts**
by Evan Holt Crane
**Chapter 37**

**Trista’s POV**

His sudden question caught me off guard, sending a jolt through my thoughts. It was as if the air had thickened, making it difficult to breathe. I hesitated, searching for the right words, but ultimately settled for a flat response. “I want you and Samantha to finally be together.”

And just like that, I felt the weight of my words hang in the air between us, heavy and unresolved.

Cassian’s gaze fixed on me, his expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, “Trista, if that’s how you choose to see it, then so be it. But let me remind you, the fate of our mating contract is not in your hands. According to pack law, only I possess the authority to reject you.”

I mumbled a vague acknowledgment, my mind swirling with the implications of his words as I helped him out of his suit jacket.

Deep down, I was acutely aware that I couldn’t truly sever the contract yet. The reality was stark—I still owed him a significant amount of money, a debt that loomed over me like a dark cloud.

Cassian, a businessman through and through, had made it clear that he never accepted losses lightly. Until I repaid him, he would hold onto me like a vice grip, unwilling to let go.

The atmosphere felt suffocating, thick with unspoken tension. He settled on the edge of the bed, his eyelids drooping, casting shadows over his grim expression that was difficult to decipher.

My gaze drifted to the intersecting whip marks etched into his back, a canvas of pain that told a story of sacrifice. My brow furrowed deeper as I took in the sight, the old scars surfacing beneath the fresh blood like waves crashing over a stubborn reef.

I recalled the first time he faced punishment under pack law for my sake, insisting on honoring the contract that bound us, claiming me as the Luna of Ironthorn.

Howard and Wilmot had scoffed at my background, deeming it too weak and claiming I would ultimately drag him down, diminishing his standing with The Elder Council.

Every harsh word they had spoken back then echoed painfully true over the past three years.

Looking back, I realized that his mating with me had never been born from love; it had been a rebellious act, a means to defy his elders. They had rejected Samantha’s lineage, so he had chosen to marry a she-wolf from a bankrupt pack, a deliberate act of defiance.

The more I pondered this, the more my heart twisted with misery and anger. My hands, in a moment of frustration, pressed too firmly against his wounds.

He winced, a soft hiss escaping his lips, and I was jolted back to the present. I quickly eased my grip, my fingers gently rubbing the ointment into the edges of his wounds, smoothing the jagged lines with care.

Suddenly, a soft sound broke the heavy silence.

The omega logistical aide knocked twice before stepping halfway into the room, her eyes respectfully cast down. “Alpha Cassian, Luna Trista, you haven’t had dinner yet. Alaina had the kitchen prepare mushroom bisque. Please have it while it’s hot.”

I closed the medicine kit with a snap, my appetite nonexistent. “I already ate,” I replied, my voice lacking any enthusiasm.

The omega took another cautious step forward, holding out a tray with a bowl of soup, her posture respectful yet persistent. “Luna Trista, please have a little. This is Alaina’s request.”

Cassian, unbothered by my earlier dismissal, picked up one bowl and drank it down in a single gulp, his actions decisive. He then handed the second bowl to me, urging, “Drink some.”

The omega stood firm, holding the bowl steady in front of me, her eyes still averted.

I hesitated for two seconds, feeling the weight of her expectation before reluctantly taking a small, symbolic sip.

Seeing me comply, the omega nodded in acknowledgment and quietly retreated, her footsteps fading into the distance.

I unbuttoned his shirt, helping him into his pajamas, before slipping into the bathroom for a quick shower.

As the hot water cascaded over me, my back-neck gland prickled gently, only to be quickly engulfed by a sudden wave of heat.

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