The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Cassian’s POV

Ulva tugged Randolph’s sleeve, symbolically stepping half a step aside. “Come in and sit.”

She turned to pour water, her movements stiff and unnatural.

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I swapped my shoes, stepping into the apartment. The Silverlight family scent still lingered, but Trista’s familiar, cool floral scent was barely perceptible, just a ghost.

Randolph spoke, his tone noticeably reserved. “Cassian, you haven’t been here in a long time.”

His eyes held none of the old affection. “Since Trista isn’t here, there are some things I’ve actually wanted to tell you for a while.”

I sat across from them, slightly lowering my posture, keeping my Alpha aura minimal. “Please, say whatever you need to say.”

Randolph sighed. “Cassian, you’re a fine young man. Our pack is indebted to you for your help over these years. We remember everything you’ve done.”

His voice shifted, growing heavy. “But Trista, we spoiled her. She has a temper, she’s dramatic. She truly isn’t suited to you.”

“Since you’ve found someone you love, and you have Algernon, stop dragging this out.”

“Stop keeping her tied to this mating bond, stuck between two worlds.”

For the first time, he spoke the words I dreaded. “Let her go. Stop holding her back and release the mating bond at the Stone Circle.”

My throat constricted.

I managed a tight smile, struggling to keep my voice steady. “There are some things I can’t explain to you.”

“But whether you believe me or not, I have never truly intended to break the mating bond with Trista.”

I stood up, my tone still controlled. “The bond between us is a private matter for us alone. I hope you will stop intervening and let us handle it.”

Ulva’s

eyes

flashed with anger. “Cassian, a man’s word is his bond.”

“The money you asked for–we found a way to raise it for her.”

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She pushed the card onto the coffee table, metaphorically thrusting the debt back at me. “For the sake of her loving only you since childhood, stop tormenting her.”

I ignored her plea, my voice dropping lower. “Tell me, where did Trista go to? Where exactly is she staying?”

Ulva stood up, turning her back to me. “My daughter has finally stopped crying every day. I won’t give you another chance to hurt her that badly again.”

Her shoulders trembled slightly, but she refused to look at me.

Randolph walked to the door, opening it just a crack. “We’ve said everything that needed to be said, and more.”

“Go home, think carefully, and terminate the mating bond with Trista soon.”

The implication was clear–Trista would end the mating on her own terms; they didn’t need my consent or cooperation.

This apartment was in a normal human building, near the old Silverlight Pack grounds.

I stood up, looking at Ulva’s turned back.

After a moment of hesitation, I walked toward the door.

I stopped at the frame, turning back to Randolph and Ulva. “I will not break the mating bond with Trista.”

The moment the words were out, I stepped through the threshold, and the door slammed shut behind me.

I stood there, momentarily stunned, not leaving right away.

My whole life, whenever I came here—even before Silverlight’s downfall–Trista’s parents always rushed to take care of me.

They treated me like a son, starting when I was just Ironthorn’s “next Alpha.”

They always worried about me, asking if I slept well or if my grandfather had scolded me.

Even recently, after Trista started demanding the divorce, I would come by, they would cook for me, and urge me to be more patient with her.

This was the first time I truly felt their complete and utter coldness–a coldness reserved for an irrelevant, passing rogue wolf.

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Back in the car, I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, closed my

and regulated my breathing. Then, I pulled out my comm–stone.

eyes,

First, I tried to send a mental tendril along the mating bond to reach her.

The only response was an icy lock–the mind–link was completely sealed, a door she had shut and blocked herself, leaving no space for me.

I abandoned the futile attempt and resorted to the most “human” way of handling things.

I unlocked my phone and dialed Humphrey. “I need you to check Trista’s movements during the days I was gone.”

“I want her itinerary, from the moment she left Los Angeles until now.”

“Also, find out the exact city she is in.”

I knew this felt like tracking a wolf determined to abandon its pack.

But right now, beyond confirming her location and safety, nothing else mattered.

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