The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Third Person’s POV

Wynn was silenced by Cassian’s sharp warning. Her shoulders visibly shrunk, as if her throat were constricted by an invisible rope.

Finished

She dared not argue further, quickly retreating behind her parents, not even risking a glance at Cassian.

Wilmot slammed his hand on the table, his fury hot enough to scorch the air in the living room. “The Alpha she–wolf of a long–fallen pack dares to escalate things this far! If she insists on the termination–then let her have it!”

Cassian’s face darkened, but his voice was chillingly stable. “Dad, I will not terminate the mating bond.”

Alaina immediately interjected, her pace slow, her words sharp as knives. “Why not? Wait until Trista files the petition with the Werewolf Council, and everyone knows the Ironthorn Alpha can’t control his own mate? How long do you plan to wait?”

Cassian rubbed the bridge of his nose, suppressing his frustration. “Why is everyone so eager for Trista and me to reach that point?”

Howard, who had been silent, finally spoke.

He didn’t raise his voice, but the authority cultivated over years of command was enough to make everyone stand straighter.

“Cassian, you are the sole heir of the Ironthorn pack.”

Howard’s gaze measured Cassian calmly. “Your choices are not private matters; they are signals to the outside world. Since the situation is already at the edge, you must act in the overall interest of the pack.”

He paused, his tone a pronouncement. “To avoid the Council classifying this as a betrayal, you must execute the procedure quickly–the termination ritual, the resource separation, and the resettlement of Samantha and Algernon, must be clean.”

Cassian stood ramrod straight, taut as a drawn bow. “I will handle my own affairs. Do not interfere.”

With that, he turned and left, not pausing once.

Howard watched him leave, a hint of dangerous coldness in his eyes. “Choosing the wrong mate can drag down generations. That rogue is unfit for any official capacity. Even if Cassian eventually terminates the mating with Trista, I will not allow Samantha and Algernon onto the Ironthorn member roster.”

Wilmot immediately agreed. “You’re right.”

Alaina stood up, her movements decisive. “I know what needs to be done.”

Midday. Alaina knocked on the door of Samantha’s residence.

The moment the door opened, Samantha saw the guards standing behind Alaina. Her face instantly tightened.

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Chapter 94

She reflexively moved aside, forcing a smile. “Alaina, what a surprise-”

Alaina didn’t even twitch her eyebrow, her voice as smooth as a formal declaration. “Please address me as Madam Simmons.”

Samantha’s smile froze. She lowered her head in embarrassment.

She remembered the humiliation of being corrected after calling Trista “Dr. Holmes.” In the pack hierarchy, titles weren’t politeness; they were acknowledgement.

Misusing one was crossing a boundary.

Alaina, wearing heels, walked into the living room. Her pace was unhurried, like she was inspecting a temporarily occupied territory.

She surveyed the room’s furnishings, stopping by the TV stand. “Ms. Fernandez, one question. Which items in this room were purchased with your own income?“:

Samantha remembered almost being trapped by the recording pen in their last meeting.

She kept her voice soft and guarded. “Madam Simmons, is there something specific you need today?”

Alaina stood in the center of the room, composed but aloof, separated by an invisible screen. “Nothing major. I was just passing by, retrieving some things that belong to our Luna.”

Samantha’s forced smile finally vanished.

Just then, movement came from the bedroom door.

Samantha seized the chance, pulling Algernon quickly to the front. “Algernon, hurry–say ‘Grandma.”

The small boy looked up and obediently said, “Grandma.”

Alaina’s gaze fell on the child, devoid of warmth. “Ms. Fernandez, I have told you repeatedly–this pup is not on the Ironthorn pack’s recognized roster.”

Samantha instinctively shielded Algernon, her tone still gentle, but with an underlying sharpness. “Madam Simmons, whether you acknowledge it or not, he is your grandson. I will raise him well, and when he is older, he will know to respect and care for you.”

A flicker of coldness crossed Alaina’s eyes, too quick to see. “Then let’s pray he lives long enough to grow up.”

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