The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 75

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Samantha stood at the airport entrance, watching Trista walk through security without a backward glance. The jealousy she felt was almost suffocating.

Trista was years younger and physically more striking.

Samantha was draped in designer labels, wearing limited–edition accessories from her earrings to her heels, but standing next to Trista, she looked desperate and cheap.

Trista, even in simple clothes, moved with natural grace. The moment she met your eyes, the inherent Alpha bloodline in her posture was enough to claim the space.

She was the direct daughter of the Silverlight Alpha, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself–a noble bloodline.

Even with Silverlight bankrupt, their land auctioned off, and their crest in hock, she had grown up cherished by her parents. That born–in composure and superiority was something a rogue without pack protection could never attain.

Samantha knew this well. And that fueled her hatred.

She clenched her fists and left the airport.

The next evening, Cassian’s plane landed. His private black Bentley was waiting on the tarmac.

The driver started the car and spoke respectfully. “Alpha Cassian, Mr. Howard requests you head straight to the old manor.”

In the back seat, Cassian glanced at the passenger seat, where the gift he bought for Trista sat, still wrapped.

“Take me to the villa first,” he said flatly.

He had texted Trista before boarding. She should be waiting at their house by now.

The moment the car left the airport exit, the comm–stone by his side lit up, then vibrated.

After the short conversation, he looked up and instructed the driver. “Take me to Attwater’s Werewolf Academy.”

When he had personally enrolled Attwater, knowing Trista’s parents were elderly, he listed his own comm–stone sigil as the “Emergency Contact.”

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The guidance counselor had just called, informing him Attwater got into a fight with a classmate. Unable to reach his sister, they defaulted to him, the “Supervising Alpha.”

Werewolf Academy, Student Affairs Office.

The moment Cassian walked in, several school administrators rushed to greet him.

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They immediately picked up his steady, sharp Alpha aura and instinctively lowered their own

auras.

A middle–aged beta werewolf approached respectfully. “Alpha Cassian, I apologize for making you come all this way. It’s just that the other student’s parents are being relentless.”

The families sending their children to this elite Academy were all rich and powerful, often old clans or pack leaders. The school couldn’t afford to offend anyone.

Cassian nodded politely, saying little, and walked straight to Attwater.

The boy sat slumped in a chair, a button ripped from his uniform, a clear bruise marking his lip.

Cassian scrutinized him, his face tightening. “Any other injuries?”

Attwater slapped Cassian’s outstretched hand away. “Mind your own business!”

He turned his back, his shoulder blades rigid with defiance.

The school staff, seeing the disrespect, didn’t dare interject.

One administrator quickly stepped forward, explaining the situation. “Alpha Cassian, our investigation shows Attwater started the argument with another boy during the break. He refuses to explain his reasons and won’t apologize to the other student.”

Cassian listened quietly, not immediately reacting.

He walked patiently to Attwater, placed one hand on the boy’s shoulder, and applied gentle pressure, forcing him to look up. “Say that again–anywhere else you’re hurt?”

Attwater snapped his head away, grabbed Cassian’s wrist, and jerked his shoulder, breaking free.

Beta Humphrey, standing by the door, quickly wiped sweat from his forehead.

If Cassian hadn’t been fast enough to block it, Attwater’s punch would have landed squarely on his face.

Cassian acted as if the interruption hadn’t happened. He gave Humphrey a subtle glance.

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The beta aide understood immediately and excused himself, smiling as he invited the school officials to the adjoining office for a “detailed discussion of solutions.”

The door closed. Only Attwater and Cassian remained.

The air instantly simplified–two Alpha scents filling the room: one young suppressed and controlled.

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raw, the other

Cassian’s face was stern. He spoke in a low voice. “Why won’t you explain yourself?”

Attwater glared fiercely, his eyes intensely red. He stood up abruptly and started for the door.

Cassian raised his hand and pressed down on his shoulder, refusing to let him leave..

The boy instinctively retaliated, his eyes blazing as he swung his fist.

His punches were fueled by raw, untamed youth.

Cassian defended, never fighting back seriously.

But they were mismatched in strength and size. After a few exchanges, Cassian pinned Attwater back into the chair, gripping both wrists firmly.

The chair scraped the floor faintly. The boy’s angry gasps were loud in the silent office.

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