The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 50

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

**Chapter 50**

**The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love**

As the revolving door of the Royal Healing Institute’s clinic tower turned, it gradually released a stream of figures into the sweltering afternoon. The silver-leaf purification pattern adorning the doorframe still glimmered faintly, a remnant of the healing energies that lingered within.

Samantha clutched her bag tightly, her knuckles whitening as she carefully descended the steps, each movement deliberate. When she finally looked up, she found Cassian standing there, his profile stark against the harsh light. His expression was heavy, burdened as if the weight of a stone circle pressed down upon him. Despite the heat radiating from the pavement, an icy aura surrounded him, casting a chill that cut through the warmth of the day.

“Cassian.” She broke the silence, her voice laced with an undercurrent of guilt that she couldn’t quite shake off. “Should I go and explain things to your mate? It might be easier, considering we are both women.”

His gaze finally shifted to meet hers, but his response was devoid of warmth, flat and unyielding. “No need. You don’t understand her temper.”

The sharpness of his rejection stung, leaving no room for further discussion. Samantha felt a wave of frustration wash over her, but she held her tongue, unwilling to push him further.

Lowering her lashes, she fought back the tears that threatened to spill. A sense of injustice bubbled up inside her. “I’m truly sorry. I just wanted to move past the past and start anew. If it were just me, I swear I wouldn’t have come back to disrupt your life, even if it meant my own end. But I’m a mother now. The child is innocent. You understand that, right?”

Cassian’s voice softened slightly, the edge of his tone retracting just a bit. “I know it’s been tough for you and your son. You sacrificed for me and endured so much pain. You are a victim… but she’s a victim now, too. Your suffering wasn’t caused by her, but her pain was born from us.”

Samantha nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I understand. I’m dragging you down.”

“Don’t use that word with me,” he replied firmly, each word a reminder of their bond. “I owe you this. And remember—do not show yourself to her without my permission.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t do that,” she promised quickly, eager to reassure him.

After a brief pause, she ventured to probe a little deeper. “Since you fabricated that bloodline test and Ironthorn accepted it, could you allow my child to join Ironthorn? Listing you as the father on the birth certificate and school records would make enrollment so much easier.”

Cassian’s expression turned cold, the warmth that had briefly flickered between them extinguished. “Samantha, though I feel responsible, I have my limits.”

With that, he turned away, striding toward his car without a backward glance, leaving Samantha standing there, feeling the weight of his absence like a physical force. She watched as he drove out of the Royal Healing Institute’s driveway, her heart heavy with unspoken words.

The heat enveloped her, and her fingers tightened around her bag. His mate was causing such a scene, yet he stubbornly refused to terminate the mating contract at the Stone Circle.

She understood all too well what that meant.

They had been lovers six years ago, and she had tested his limits with mating pheromones time and again, but he had always held firm, never crossing that line. Even after her return to LA, he had maintained that boundary.

It had been six long years since she left, during which time she had borne another man’s child. It was no surprise that his passion had cooled in her absence.

But she also recognized that he had abandoned his mate and his pack the moment she returned, dedicating an entire month to caring for her and her son, day in and day out. He had acquiesced to nearly every request she made, proving that his feelings of duty and responsibility toward her had not faded.

Until he severed ties with Trista, she knew she had to keep her true emotions hidden. A tactical retreat was her only option. By slowly nurturing the bond with their child, she believed she would eventually win him back. One day, he would return to her.

**Father:** Cassian Simmons
**Son:** Algernon Simmons
**Conclusion:** Paternity supported. Consistent with biological father-son relationship.

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