All Chapters of Bound by the Moon: Mated to Triplet Alphas : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Kane’s POVThe moment Ava left, I felt it. The bond stretched thin, a faint ache sitting heavy in my chest, the kind that never let me forget she wasn’t here anymore.I forced myself to shove it aside. If I thought about it too long, I’d go mad.On the table in front of me lay three arrows. They were ordinary at first glance, but the black stains that coated the silver tips told a different story. Wolfsbane, burned into the grooves of the metal. Enough to paralyze an Alpha in seconds if it hit deep enough.Zack stood across from me, his arms crossed, his jaw tight. He looked like he hadn’t slept, but then again, neither of us had since the warriors brought back the report.“They weren’t lying,” he said, his voice low. “Rogues have never had this kind of supply before, someone’s giving it to them.”I ran a hand through my hair, the weight of it all pressing down harder. “Lucas saw the weapons being stockpiled. We should’ve known it wouldn’t stop there. This—” I tapped the arrow with my

Lucas’s POVAfter days of riding, sleeping under trees, and eating bread that could break teeth, we finally reached her place.The forest broke open into a hollow, and there it was a crooked stone house covered in moss and vines, smoke curling thin from the chimney. It didn’t look like much, but the moment we crossed into the clearing, the air changed. Heavy and charged. Like the earth itself was watching us.Ryn’s hand went to his bow. “This feels wrong.”“It feels like witchcraft,” Jarek muttered, spitting on the ground. “And I don’t like it.”“Good thing your opinion doesn’t matter,” I shot back.My eyes went to Ava. She sat stiff in the saddle, her fingers white on the reins. She wasn’t afraid, not exactly but I could feel her tension, sharp as the hum in the air.“You sure about this?” I asked her quietly.She nodded, throat bobbing. “If this is the only way to control what’s happening to me…I don’t have a choice.”The truth in her voice tugged something deep in my chest.I swung

Ava’s POV The witch walked ahead, her hand skimming the spines of ancient tomes. “This place remembers,” she murmured. “Every word written here carries power, knowledge like this isn’t kept…it breathes.”I reached out toward one of the shelves. My fingers hovered over a book so worn out it looked like the cover might fall apart if I touched it. The letters etched into the leather glowed faintly under my hand, like they recognized me.I snatched my hand back, startled. “What was that?”The witch glanced over her shoulder, a knowing glint in her eyes. “It knows your blood, these writings were left for you long before you were born.”My stomach twisted. “By… my mother?”“By her and by those who came before her.”I pressed my lips together, fighting the lump in my throat. “Show me hers, please.”She didn’t answer right away, just turned deeper into the rows, and I followed, my chest tight with anticipation and dread. Finally, she stopped in front of a shelf that looked almost ordinary, e

Ava’s POVThe witch’s words kept circling in my head like a curse I couldn’t escape."You are not ordinary, child. Neither was your mother, neither were those before her. A Luna like you rises once in generations, when the balance of our world trembles."I couldn’t sit still. My knee bounced, my palms itched, my chest burned like I’d swallowed lightning again. I wanted answers, I wanted control, I wanted this storm inside me to finally shut up.Across the dimly lit room, the witch sat straight in her chair calmly. Her pale eyes didn’t move from me, Lucas paced back and forth, boots scuffing the floor, his hand twitching toward the dagger at his hip like it was the only way to keep himself from exploding. Ryn leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while Jarek sat at the edge of the table, sharpening a blade but glancing between us like he expected one of us to snap.“I want to start now,” I said finally. My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. “You said it yourself, this power isn’t norma

Ava’s POVLucas looked like he’d been dragged through hell. His jaw was tight, his eyes bloodshot, his shoulders wound so tight it looked like the weight of the world sat on them.And still, he wouldn’t admit it.I’d asked, softly, if he was okay. He brushed me off with that sharp smirk that fooled no one.Something twisted in my chest, Lucas was always steady, fierce and unshakable. To see him like this… it unsettled me.I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. The witch’s cabin smelled of dried herbs and smoke, the air heavy like it carried secrets. My body ached with leftover exhaustion but my mind buzzed too much to settle.“Lucas,” I said, barely more than a whisper.His eyes snapped to me. “What?”“You should rest.”His laugh was short and humorless. “Not happening.”I bit my lip. He was shutting me out and I hated it. It felt like I was watching him drift further away into a storm I couldn’t follow.The witch walked across the room, carrying a clay pot. “He’s stubborn, let h