The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Third Person’s POV

Finished

He settled back in the car seat. He reached around the passenger seat and the door crack, searching for the voice recorder, but couldn’t find it anywhere.

He frowned, checking every compartment in the car.

It was gone.

The only scent in the car was the faint, anxious scent of his own wolf.

Finally, he picked up his comm–stone, hovering over Samantha’s name. He hesitated, then slowly backed away from the contact.

Between holding the child and rushing Samantha between the emergency room and the ward, he couldn’t remember if he’d brought the recorder out of the car.

Most likely, he lost it in the rush. It could have fallen in the healing center parking lot or under a chair.

The child had a high fever. Samantha was barely standing, crying and frantic as she held the pup. She wouldn’t have noticed his recorder.

She couldn’t have taken it deliberately.

Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Samantha cautiously pulled the voice recorder from her bag. She pressed the play button, then quickly deleted every single recorded conversation.

The tiny device originally held the details of her confrontation with Alaina in the coffee shop.

She erased every trace, confirming the final empty file alert was closed.

She wrapped the recorder in a tissue and dropped it into the deepest part of the hospital trash bin, topping it with several wet wipes.

Cassian must not have heard the part about her taking sixty million dollars from Howard six years ago.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have rushed over so desperately tonight, only focused on getting the child into the room without asking a single question.

Truly manipulative people never announce their moves in advance.

She lowered her eyes, a barely perceptible curve forming at the corner of her mouth.

She had indeed underestimated Alaina. The she–wolf was, after all, the former Luna of Ironthorn.

The next morning, a thin mist still hung over the Ironthorn territory.

Cassian deliberately chose Trista’s working hours to drive to the Royal Healing Institute grounds.

The Moon Goddess crest hung above the main entrance. Entering required passing through a simple purification rune, which warmed the soles of his feet slightly.

The omega nurse at the front desk, recognizing him, quickly suppressed her pheromones. Her tone was respectful. “Alpha Cassian, are you here for Healer Tristar”

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Cassian nodded.

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The nurse checked the roster. “Healer Trista received a sudden notice last night. She left for an exchange program at the Santa Monica branch. She’s expected back next week.”

A week–long exchange program, and she hadn’t said a word to him beforehand.

Cassian simply hummed, but a tight knot formed in his chest. It felt like someone had pressed a hand against him.

He looked away, politely thanked her, and left the healing center lobby.

The moment he stepped out the glass doors, he realized–this was the first time since their mating that she had completely excluded such a trip from his life.

Whether she was going to the border for aid or back to Silverlight to help, she always habitually informed him in advance, even if it was just a quick text.

He stood on the steps for a few seconds, then turned and walked toward the Sanctum Healing Center next door.

Since he was already here, he might as well check on Samantha.

Cassian pushed the ward door open and glanced inside.

Algernon was still asleep, breathing calmly now.

Samantha was slumped over the bedside, clutching Algernon’s small hand, as if afraid he would spike a fever again if she let go.

He didn’t walk in. He only paused at the doorway.

Samantha came from an ordinary human family before her omega lineage awakened, only to be swept into the politics of the Ironthorn Pack.

She didn’t have grand ambitions or complex schemes. Most of what she did revolved around her child.

If Trista had a child, if she truly experienced motherhood, perhaps she would understand the difficulty of staying up all night by the bedside.

Maybe then, she wouldn’t only see “the other woman” and “betrayal.” She might also see the fear and dependence in Samantha.

He stood by the door for a moment, then turned to leave.

On his way to the parking lot, he Mind–Linked Humphrey. “Cancel all my appointments for the next few days. Move the Santa Monica business trip up to this morning. Reschedule the flight, and bring the files. Notify me when ready.”

“Understood, Alpha Cassian.”

In the ward, Samantha had already keenly sensed his aura the moment he arrived.

She pretended to still be dozing. Once his pheromones completely moved away from the door, she quietly stood up and tiptoed to the door.

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