The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99

Third Person’s POV

The next afternoon, France.

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Wynn checked out of her hotel and grabbed a taxi straight to the healing center where Trista worked.

The Paris wind was damp and cold. The scent of street corner coffee mixed with car exhaust, but for Wynn, the most distinct smell was the faint disinfectant from the hospital entrance.

Trista rushed out of the building.

The moment she stepped out, Wynn instinctively rushed to meet her. They hugged, laughing, briefly casting aside the heaviness that had settled in their chests.

They spun around a couple of times, feeling like children again, before pack politics existed.

Trista chose a restaurant near the healing center to treat Wynn.

Initially, their conversation was lively, their laughter easily drowning out the clatter of silverware.

But as the meal progressed, the atmosphere grew heavy. Wynn’s fork stopped at the edge of her plate several times, words caught in her throat.

Trista knew her too well–when Wynn was worried, she couldn’t hide it, not even in her breathing.

Trista set her glass down, her voice as calm as if asking about a medical report. “You flew all this way to find me–what do you need to tell me?”

Wynn finally gave in, her words spilling out quickly. “Luna Trista, you don’t know… Mom took back the house from that Samantha woman. And she tried to kill herself–Cassian rushed to the hospital to look after her again!”

Trista didn’t reply immediately.

She placed her knife and fork down, her finger resting lightly on the table edge, lowering her gaze to conceal the fleeting ripple in her eyes.

She thought she had already severed that chain–at least the part that caused her pain.

But hearing their names together still hit her chest with a familiar, empty thud, reminding her the mate link had existed, and had dragged her into the

deep.

When she looked up, her expression was that of a doctor facing an emergency–cool and collected.

“In the future,” she told Wynn, “don’t tell me anything about them.”

Wynn opened her mouth, but stopped. She only stirred the drink in her cup, as if swallowing the rest of her

words.

After lunch, Trista urged Wynn to return home. “Thanksgiving is only a month away. We’ll meet up when I get back.”

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Over the next month, Trista delegated all termination procedures and documents to the werewolf Council’s arbiter, fully immersing herself in her work and studies.

The day before Thanksgivi

after calling her parents, she booked a flight home.

That evening, Los Angeles.

The taxi pulled up in her familiar neighborhood just as the sky darkened. The early autumn wind swept down the street, carrying the bitter scent of fallen leaves.

At the same time, Cassian drove his car alone to the complex where Trista’s parents lived.

He parked on the street in a temporar

spot, unbuckled his seatbelt, but didn’t immediately get out.

A notice from the Werewolf Council lay on the passenger seat, its edges looking sharp under the interior light.

Since his trip to France and Trista tearing off the communicated.

“edding ring in front of him, they had barely

His chat window still showed the last message he had sent the night he left–an unfinished declaration, suspended in the air.

He thought they would both take time to cool down.

Instead, she chose to push the matter to the Werewolf Council–forcing their relationship toward a public resolution.

Outside the car window, a taxi slowed and stopped in front of his car.

Trista stepped out. She wore a beige, three–quarter sleeve A–line dress with a cinched waist. The early autumn wind tousled her long hair like soft satin being swept away.

The moment she stood beneath the streetlight, though she was only coming home, she seemed miles away, separated by an unbridgeable distance.

Cassian stared at her, his throat bobbing involuntarily.

It was a subconscious physiological reaction–th. I

from his body.

scent

emory of his former mate had not yet fully faded

But the next second, reality pulled him back: that link no longer responded to his call.

He lowered his gaze to the termination notice on the passenger seat, then opened the door and stepped out.

Two people who hadn’t seen each other in over a month stood facing each other, one by the car’s front, one by the back.

Trista had no desire to speak.

Her gaze passed over his face, then she turned and walked toward the building entrance.

the building entrance.

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