The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Trista’s POV

I felt Samantha’s eyes fixed on the diamond ring on my finger.

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Six years ago, that ring should have been hers, but three stubborn Ironthorn elders intervened -a fact she never hesitated to throw in my face.

In her world, the Luna of the Ironthorn Pack, Cassian’s mate, was supposed to be her.

She carefully leaned closer, testing the waters.

“Trista, since Cassian doesn’t love you, that ring means nothing. Could you… give it back to me?”

I looked up. I saw the naked, unstoppable triumph in her eyes.

I didn’t argue.

Calmly, I slowly slid the wedding band off my ring finger. I took her hand and put the ring right onto her finger.

Her knuckles trembled slightly with nerves.

My eyes stung, but my voice was slow and firm. “I’m giving Cassian back to you.”

I added, “Ms. Fernandez, don’t tell him yet. Let him finish his project abroad in peace. You and Algernon can give him a surprise when he gets back in three days.”

I didn’t know how I made it home.

I only remember lying quietly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The room was silent. Even my wolf was unnaturally quiet.

From the moment Samantha and Algernon returned, my emotions had spiraled from stubborn resentment to total breakdown, and now, sheer desperation.

I had tried everything I could think of to terminate the mating.

I talked, begged, fought, gambled–even put my mother’s obsidian staff up for auction–just for a dignified exit.

And Cassian? He never tried to fix the real problem.

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He was focused on fixing me–blocking the auction, pressuring the Healing Center, sealing off every exit, ensuring the mating bond remained in a state that only benefited him.

Loving him for so long meant tearing him out was agonizing. The thread was too deep. Cutting it meant ripping out my own flesh.

But clinging to this mating was completely pointless now.

I could only hope that my final surrender would bring some small measure of grace to the whole sordid mess

The next morning. I woke up to my phone ringing through a fog of sleep.

It was Wynn, “Luna Trista, did you decide to remodel the house?”

Hearing her voice, I bolted upright, my heart jumping.

You went looking for me?” I asked, testing the waters.

Wynn shifted on the line. The faint sound of construction filled the background. “I just drove past your house. I saw a crew hauling renovation supplies inside.”

I let out a silent breath.

I had warned Samantha before I left.

She couldn’t be stupid enough to let the pack members find out she’d moved into our home before Cassian was even back.

Third Person’s POV

After hanging up with Trista, Wynn was still confused. Fred quickly walked toward the entrance, blocking a worker carrying materials.

“Hold up, Fred said, standing on the steps. “You’re sure the person who hired you is Ms. Holmes?”

The worker, startled by Fred’s subconscious aura, quickly pulled the contract from his file. He pointed to the signature in the bottom right corner. “We wouldn’t start without the owner’s signature.

The signature was clear: Trista Holmes.

Seeing Trista’s signature, Fred eased some of his suspicion.

“Let’s go,” he grabbed Wynn, who was still stunned. “No, I need to call Alpha Cassian.”

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The call connected quickly.

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“Talk,” Cassian answered. Low voices and clinking glasses in the background indicated he was still networking.

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