The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Trista’s POV

He finally released me onto the bed. The move wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t use real force.

He pulled the blanket over me, tucking me in so only my head showed.

He stood by the bed, his voice low. “I know you hate me right now. But I’m not that low. I won’t touch

you when you’re like this. That takes consent from both of our wolves.”

He paused, anticipating my doubt. “Even if I want you, I won’t force it.”

He turned off the bedside lamp. The room plunged into darkness, illuminated only by fragmented streetlights cutting through the blinds.

The mattress dipped on the other side. He lay down and pulled me closer, blanket and all.

His chest was pressed against my back. His body heat slowly soaked into my skin.

He buried his face in the soft crook of my neck, his voice muffled. “Stop fighting. Just let me sleep.”

I struggled and pushed back. My scent surged out in bursts of frustration.

He simply tightened his arms without a word, holding fast.

Eventually, I was too exhausted to resist. I gave up.

Over three years of mating, I couldn’t count the positions we’d shared, or the times we’d bitten each other’s shoulders and glands.

Now, obsessing over whether or not we should share a bed felt ridiculous, almost tragic.

I lay rigid, wide awake, feeling like a scream was lodged in my throat. I couldn’t sleep. My wolf paced anxiously in my mental domain.

Whenever we argued, his strategy was always the same two moves–either pin me to the bed and use kisses and body heat to smooth things over, or buy me gifts until the ribbons and boxes

in my room.

piled up

Now, even after I demanded to terminate the mating bond, he still only knew those two tricks -bring a gift, get in the bed.

He initiated the conversation.

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And he was the one who retreated, feigning exhaustion to avoid talking.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I violently pulled my body away from the hand resting on my

waist.

He didn’t react, totally still, as if truly depleted.

Only the faint, heavily suppressed Alpha scent still clung to me, like an old net I couldn’t shake off.

Using the faint light from the window, I leaned over.

Seeing him so soundly, so peacefully asleep, only stoked the fire in

my

chest.

My wolf bared its teeth inside, letting out a low, resentful gasp.

I woke up the next morning with a stiff neck.

The dorm sofa was narrow. I was curled up, covered by a thin blanket that smelled distinctly of the Ironthorn Alpha.

I frowned, ripping the blanket off and tossing it aside.

The bedroom door was ajar. I walked in, heading for the bathroom, and ran right into Cassian, who had already finished washing up.

He was only wearing his shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up. His hair was damp.

His pheromones instantly filled the small space. Every inch of air screamed that he was present.

I squeezed past him expressionlessly, turned on the faucet, brushed my teeth, and washed my face, moving with mechanical efficiency. “Since you’re awake, you should leave.”

He stood by the sink, watching me in the mirror. “The Shadowfang old Luna is celebrating her eightieth birthday in two days. She personally asked to see you. You have to come back with

me.”

I turned off the water, pulled a tissue, and dried my face, keeping my tone frigid. “I have work. I’m busy.”

Here, I had shifts and patients.

In Ironthorn, I had only one identity: his Luna.

He paused, choosing his words. “If you truly want to work, I can arrange a new hospital for you when we get back. I will speak to Howard and guarantee he won’t interfere with your career again.”

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