The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Third Person’s POV

The next morning, Ironthorn Group Headquarters, CEO Office.

Two sharp knocks hit the door.

“Come in.”

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Humphrey walked in, his gland scent tightly controlled. “Alpha Cassian, Mr. Howard sent the omega over. He insists you go back to the pack manor today.”

Cassian signed the final document with a flourish and put down his pen. “Book me a flight to France tonight.”

Humphrey froze, then nodded quickly. “Arranging it now.”

Midday, a Western restaurant near the Ironthorn Group’s financial district.

The area abutted the human financial center. Most patrons were ordinary humans in suits. The wolf scents here were deliberately muted.

At a window table, the server finished setting down the dishes, murmured a polite “Enjoy your meal,” and wisely retreated.

Samantha sat opposite, discreetly watching Cassian’s expression.

He sat ramrod straight, movements contained. Occasionally, he glanced at the comm–stone beside him–the stone was dark, no light flickering.

Her grip tightened on her knife and fork. “Cassian, I was wrong last night. I shouldn’t have agreed to move into your house.”

Cassian cut his steak, his movements steady. “Mhm.”

Just a short sound, impossible to read.

Samantha’s composure wavered. Her knuckles whitened.

After a long silence, she tried again. “My mistake was poor judgment. You and Trista are fighting like this because of me, ultimately.”

She bit her lip. “No matter what it costs, I will find a way to talk sense into Trista. I will go her and explain everything.”

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put down his cutlery, looking up. His voice wasn’t loud, but it bit hard. “Samantha, if you genuinely don’t want Trista and me to terminate the mating bond, the best thing you can do is stay away from me.”

Samantha was stunned into silence.

She forced a small smile. “I’m sorry, Cassian, I’m just slow to understand things. I didn’t realize your mate was trying to send a message. I won’t go near her. Please don’t be angry.”

She added, innocently, “You were away on your trip, and Trista was so forceful. Algernon and I had no choice but to follow her instructions. I didn’t dare upset her. I didn’t think twice about it.”

“I was too naive, I only see what’s on the surface.”

Cassian’s expression didn’t change, but the oppressive quality of his gland scent softened. “Stop blaming yourself. I know her temperament.”

His tone went flat, yet his plans were non–negotiable. “Just focus on your health. I’ll arrange a school for Algernon after the summer break.”

“The issue between Trista and me is not your concern.”

Samantha nodded gratefully, her grip on the silverware tightening further.

It was clear Cassian wouldn’t terminate the mating.

That meant she had to handle Trista herself and make the she–wolf disappear permanently.

Evening. Cassian finally returned to the Ironthorn manor.

Alaina walked to the door. Seeing him alone, she paused and returned to the doorway. “Where is Trista? Why didn’t she come back with you?”

Cassian’s tone was dismissive. “She went abroad for a while. New environment, to adjust.”

Wilmot’s face darkened instantly. “The Shadowfang pack’s old Luna is celebrating her eightieth birthday in three days. She specifically requested Trista’s presence. Why is Trista taking a vacation now?”

Cassian looked at his grandfather, suppressing his emotions. “She was fired from the hospital. She’s upset. She’s not in the right headspace to attend the old Luna’s party.”

Howard sat in the main chair, leaning on his cane, his face dripping with anger. “That was for your benefit, too.”

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“The current Luna of the mighty Ironthorn pack, working as an assistant healer? It’s embarrassing.”

Wilmot roared, “Cassian, contact Trista now! Tell her to return immediately!”

The pressure in the living room plummeted.

Cassian lowered his gaze, his fingers clenching. He remained silent.

Seeing his hesitation, Alaina tried to mediate. “Cassian, the Shadowfang Luna personally requested Trista. Just tell her to come back.”

“After the birthday celebration, she can go wherever she wants.”

Socializing among the pack Lunas was a necessary duty tied to the pack’s interests—a pressure ordinary omegas couldn’t endure.

This was why the Ironthorn pack chose Trista, the daughter of the fallen Silverlight Alpha, ove Samantha, the rogue.

Cassian suppressed the emotions in his eyes. “I’ll contact her later and try to get her back.”

Howard’s voice was frigid. “Not ‘try.‘ She must return.”

“She already gave her home to Samantha and Algernon! She’s not coming back!”

A furious voice exploded from the doorway.

Wynn stormed into the living room. Her young Alpha scent was a chaotic mess, making the elders frown.

Cassian’s temple twitched. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the sofa.

Alaina sharply stood up. “Wynn, what did you just say?”