All Chapters of The Banished Luna Returns!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

•MARY•I couldn't sleep a wink in the cells. The smell there was terrible, and the place was infested with rats. Leo didn't even bother to bring me fresh blankets, and whenever I asked the guards as their Luna to ask Leo to see me, they all refused or completely ignored me. My worst nightmare was coming true, and I regretted turning back when Elder Theon called me. I wouldn't have been arrested if I had ignored the call. Losing my brother seemed better than losing my own life. The mere thought of what was about to happen made my chest tighten painfully. I had done everything to ensure a future for me and my son, but seeing it getting blurry caused my heart to tighten. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, crying silently so the guards wouldn't hear me. There were so many things I wished I had done differently. Leo wouldn't have asked for a divorce if I had insisted on the chosen mate ritual, even if it kept failing. He would be mine and listen to me. "You're as

•CATHERINE•"Good morning, baby," Viktor murmured as I opened my eyes. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a tray of food. "Rise and shine." I chuckled as I sat up. I didn't expect that he'd have the energy to wake up and make breakfast after he had exhausted me before dawn. "What did I do to deserve breakfast in bed?" I was blushing as he placed the tray on my lap before he joined me in bed. "Do I need a reason to spoil my woman and make her feel special?" he asked as he leaned over and kissed me."Well, of course not," I giggled. "I wasn't expecting you to be here when you're supposed to be meeting with the elders about the trading deal with Crescent." "Yeah," he answered as he picked up a strawberry and fed it to me. "The trading deal with Crescent was already jeopardized when he came here threatening me and our pack. If I had wanted a war with him, there would've been a war. But to keep the peace that remains, it would be best to cut ties with them." I nodded slowly. "

•LEO•"This is absolutely ridiculous, Alpha!" Elder Orion snapped when I arrived in the council hall after the pack's run. "What's ridiculous about giving them a taste of their own medicine for all the crimes they've done?" I seethed. "Was I supposed to let them go without paying a price?" "They were ambushed during the pack's run," Orion replied. "They've done a lot of harm to the pack, yes, but they were ambushed, Alpha. This has probably instilled fear in the pack members. Is this how we will deal with those who wrong the Alpha?" "They wronged Luke's family," I answered, my voice harsher than I intended. "Xander threatened Luke and promised to kill him if he didn't step down as my Beta. Mary has been stealing money from the pack for years, and we know how we've suffered the past few years. We couldn't fulfill many things that we promised the pack. So tell me, Orion, was I supposed to let them go after everything?" Elder Theon, Mary, and Xander were at the pack's clinic. They we

•CATHERINE•"Catherine?" Nora's voice called behind me. I froze, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. For a moment, I considered pretending I hadn’t heard her, but my heart was already pounding too loudly for that.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My Uber was already waiting outside the driveway, and I didn't want to stay longer than I should have.She stood a few steps behind me, her expression gentle but uncertain, as though she already sensed something was wrong.I pasted a gentle smile on my face as I turned to her. "Hey, Nora!" "Where are you going?" She asked as she leaned closer, her eyes glancing at my bag before she met my eyes again. "Did something happen? I prepared a feast for you and Viktor to celebrate you joining the pack." "No, Nora," I answered. "Everything's fine. But I have to go home. A friend needs me, so I have to postpone this dinner to another time." Before she could respond, footsteps echoed from the stairs behind her. Viktor appeared,

•MARY• [20 YEARS AGO] I was sixteen when my entire world ended, though in truth, it had ended long before that. My mother had died when Xander and I were still young, and the house we called home had grown colder with each day that followed. The pack house was quieter, and my father had stopped all our chefs and cleaners from working. He insisted that Xander and I needed to take care of the house chores. We did it, thinking that it would end when he had finally realized that we also lost our mother, and we were grieving just as he was. Xander, only two years older than me, tried his best to shield me, but he was just a boy himself, and I was learning, even then, how fragile protection could be. We learned to survive in the way children of broken homes often do. We learned to speak only when spoken to, to avoid drawing attention, and to make ourselves small. I learned to read the tension in my father’s eyes. To be aware of when his temper might flare, and to measure my word