The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 88

Third Person’s POV

It happened during Cassian’s third year at the werewolf academy, just after the Ironthorn pack acquired a new territory.

He was kidnapped by a group of anti–wolf hunters who seized an opportunity.

Trapped in a warehouse, the suppression collar around his neck kept tightening. His wolf fought savagely inside, but couldn’t break the silver lock.

Samantha was the one who broke in to save him.

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At the time, she was just a rogue omega–the type who should have instinctively run the furthest away.

But she fought through the hunters‘ traps, buying time for the Ironthorn rescue team. She almost suffered severe burns to her own scent gland in the process.

Afterward, Samantha pursued him.

She brought him homemade herbal salves, finding reasons to visit the Ironthorn pack constantly.

He thought for a long time before agreeing to “try dating.”

During that time, he genuinely felt she was unique.

She was guarded with the outside world but compliant and obedient with him, always yielding.

She carefully learned his preferences, shielded him from unnecessary social demands, and had a perfectly temperate coffee waiting when he left a meeting.

At that age, he sincerely believed she was principled, innocent, and possessed a reckless

courage.

He seriously considered mating with her.

But the moment he decided to take Trista’s hand, step into the Stone Circle, and speak the vows under the Moon Goddess three years ago, he locked that old affection away in a deep corner of

his heart.

He had too much to manage in his life: leading a pack, defending territory, managing business ventures in the human world…

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He was never the kind of man to prioritize “love.”

Trista listened, feeling completely hollowed out, only a shell of herself remaining.

Finished

She stared at him numbly, but her voice was steady. “True love means willingly stepping forward, giving yourself completely. It’s not holding on tight while saying one thing and doing another.”

She looked at him, her eyes cooling. “This just proves your feelings for Samantha run deeper than you realized.”

Cassian’s hand moved slowly up her arm, stopping at her shoulders, his fingers tightening.

He was silent for a long time.

Only their breathing filled the small room. The mating bond was suppressed to near silence. He could only hear his own wolf turning restlessly inside his chest.

“Trista,” he finally spoke, his voice rough. “Does it have to be your way? Do you have to see it like this?”

Trista looked up, her counter–question immediate. “Then tell me, did you ever love me?”

She paused, making her meaning brutally clear. “Even for one minute, one second?”

Their eyes met again. The air seemed sucked from the room.

Cassian’s lashes fluttered. His gaze broke away, and the hands gripping her shoulders slowly slid down, finally dropping to his sides.

The reaction was its own answer.

Trista lifted her chin, ruthlessly forcing back the moisture stinging her eyes.

She had always known he didn’t love her.

But hearing that “no love” delivered through his silence hit her directly–a pain so sharp it made her legs tremble.

She turned and walked to the door, placing her hand on the handle, her back to him. “Just go.”

She said, “I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Cassian stood there, looking at her excessively slender back. His chest constricted. He took two steps and pulled her into an embrace from behind.

He didn’t know what to explain or where to start.

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