The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love

Everyone thought she was blessed by fate—

Luna of the Ironspike Pack, daughter of the Silverlight Alpha,

and mate to Cassian Simmonds.

Three years after swearing eternal love under the Blood Moon,

she finds him holding another woman—his first love.

When the truth shatters their bond, Trista stops begging for love

and starts taking back her power.

But Cassian isn’t ready to let go.

He’s in her dreams, her bed, her every breath—his voice a promise and a threat.

“You think I’ll let you go? The mate bond isn’t something you can cut.”

He thinks she’ll stay broken.

He doesn’t know her rebirth will ignite a storm

that could tear the werewolf world apart.

She’s no longer his.

She’s the backlash beneath the Blood Moon.

Trista's POV

Rain tapped against the windowpane. It was a low, mournful sound, like the night sighing, making the quiet evening feel heavy.

I sat alone on the spacious balcony. My fingers aimlessly traced patterns on the tablecloth.

My gaze kept flicking to the empty chair across from me. Hope and anxiety wrestled inside my chest.

Tonight was my three-year anniversary with Cassian, the Alpha of the Ironthorn Pack.

He had promised we would bathe in the Blood Moon's glow every year, announcing our bond to the pack.

But tonight, he was late. He was still away on his "business trip."

The dinner I'd prepared sat on the table: roasted venison, stewed root vegetables, a pitcher of Silverflame wine, and a small cake I'd baked myself. The candle, shaped like the number "3," flickered weakly.

My hope, my love, my tenderness—all focused on this meal. Now, the cold night air swallowed it all.

Time dragged on. The food went cold. The candle flame was barely a spark.

A deep sense of dread crept into me. The air felt thick and crushing.

Suddenly, my communication stone vibrated softly.

It wasn't Cassian. It was his sister, Wynn Simmons.

"Trista," her voice was hesitant and stressed. "Look at the visual crystal I sent you..."

I poured a weak trace of magic into the crystal. The image that shone back instantly froze my blood.

In the vision, Cassian—my mate—stood by the lakeside at Sacred Springs Valley.

That was supposed to be our mating ceremony location. The Blood Moon should have been high tonight.

Instead, brilliant fire magic shimmered above the lake. Starlight glittered in the night sky. In his arms, he held a wolf cub, maybe five years old.

Cassian's hand—the one that placed the vow ring on my finger—was now draped intimately around another woman's waist.

It was Samantha Fernandez. His first love. They broke up six years ago.

The name hit me like a sharp arrow, right in the heart.

The pain was an icy wind, spreading quickly through every nerve ending.

She was the woman who only existed in Cassian's stories and on that cherished old photo in his study.

He loved her deeply. She was a rogue, and the Ironthorn Pack didn't accept her. She