Chapter 407
Chapter 407
Third Person’s POV
The look in her eyes was like a sheet of ice, shattering the last flicker of hope in Cassian’s gaze.
His face went ghost–white, and his pheromones flickered out like dying embers.
Finished
Seeing him still blocking the aisle, a wave of pure disgust washed over Trista. She stepped forward and gave him a hard shove.
An Alpha should have been as steady as a mountain, but in his current state, he was like a puppet with its trings cut. He actually stumbled and hit the floor.
Cassian curled up on the cold tile, instinctively reaching out to grab Trista’s ankle like a drowning man lutching a piece of driftwood.
Trista… my stomach… it hurts so much…” he wheezed, his voice thin as a thread.
Trista looked down at his trembling hand. Without a second of hesitation, she shook him off like he was omething filthy.
She didn’t even bend down; she just stepped over him with a blank expression.
After a few steps, she stopped. Without turning around, she tossed a cold sentence over her shoulder: Alpha Cassian, your stomach doesn’t hurt. You just need to ‘cool off p>
Cassian lay in the frozen food aisle, his vision starting to blur.
Trista, go cool off. We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down p>
Alpha Cassian, you need to cool off p>
Two cold, detached voices from different times overlapped in his mind, echoing like a roar. In that moment, it wasn’t just his stomach–it felt like every cell in his body was being sliced by a blade named
Karma.
Back then, when Samantha had first interfered and Trista had cried until she had nothing left, even fainting right in front of him, he’d assumed she was just acting. He thought she was playing the victim to
extort his attention.
He had stood over her like a judge and coldly told her to “cool off” before leaving her alone in a silent
house.
Now, he was the one on the floor in her path, and she had handed the same words back to him
Being discarded like trash by the person you once cherished it was a pain that felt like it was tearing tus soul apart.
Blood.
Cassian felt a sudden, metallic sweetness in the back of his throat. He let out a violent cough, and a spray
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of dark red blood hit the clean supermarket floor like a gruesome flower.
“Oh my god! Someone call 911! He’s vomiting blood!” A clerk’s scream erupted through the store.
Finished
8:00 PM, at the Blackthorn estate. Fred was leaning against the second–floor railing in a flashy white suit, looking bored out of his mind.
He looked up just as Cassian started climbing the marble stairs.
“You were rushed to the ER with a stomach hemorrhage this morning, and you’re showing up here tonight? Are you actually trying to die in public?” Fred’s brow was furrowed, his tone unusually serious.
Cassian didn’t answer. He was dressed in a sharp, jet–black suit that made his tall frame look even more imposing and cold.
Even with a sickly pallor on his face, his Alpha aura was still heavy with undeniable pressure.
He walked to the railing and leaned forward, his hands gripping the mahogany banister in a vice.
His bloodshot eyes scanned the crowd below like radar, frantically searching for any trace of Trista’s scent.
Alpha Edwin, noticing Cassian had arrived, hurried upstairs to greet him, clearly flattered. “Since Alpha Cassian prefers his privacy, please, relax up here on the balcony. I’ll have the staff set things up so you aren’t bothered by the common pheromones downstairs p>
Soon, a private lounge area with a perfect view was prepped
Once the host left with a fawning smile, Cassian slumped into an armchair. His fingertips had barely brushed the condensation on a glass of scotch before Fred snatched it away.
“You could drink yourself to death right here and Trista wouldn’t even look back,” Fred said. His words were like a scalpel, precisely stabbing into Cassian’s already mangled heart.
A flash of agony crossed Cassian’s eyes. “You don’t get it… the bond between us isn’t what you think p>
“Oh, I get it, Fred sneered, twisting the knife. “I know that when Samantha was around, you didn’t give a damn about Trista. You actually expected your mate to accept that insane ‘threesome‘ dynamic. Now you want to play the tragic lover? Please p>
Cassian’s grip on his water glass turned his knuckles white. The burning in his stomach flared into a sharp, rhythmic throb.
He clutched his chest, his face turning translucent.
Downstairs, the ballroom was a sea of crystal light.
Trista entered in a white satin strapless gown, her arm looped through Xander’s. She instantly became the
center of attention.
Ignoring the prying eyes, she scanned the room.
It looked like the new Blackthorn Luna was definitely securing her spot.
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As her eyes roamed, she accidentally locked gazes with Madison.
The calculating, eerie smile on Madison’s face sent a chill down Trista’s spine.
Just then, a middle–aged man walked over and pulled Xander away for a word.
Finished
Xander looked at her, worried. “Fred is on the second floor,” he whispered. “If anyone gives you trouble, go find him p>
Trista knew he was just worried about the “high society” snobs throwing shade. She smiled and nodded. ‘Go ahead. I can handle myself.
Once Xander left, Trista found a quiet corner to hide in.
But trouble always has a way of finding its target. She saw George and Angela–dressed in designer labels that couldn’t hide their nasty streaks–walking toward her with Madison in tow. Her guard went up instantly.
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The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love
Chapter 408
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.