All Chapters of His Banished Luna Returned With Triplets : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ava's POV"A message for…" the courier began, but his words got sliced off like his voice box had been yanked out. He glanced at Steve, who was still sprawled on the floor, hands tied behind his back. I caught Steve's quick head shake, a wordless command to zip it. My insides knotted—what was he keeping under wraps?"Out with it, lad!" Elder Thamon thundered, his booming tone filling the council chamber, his frustration obvious.The messenger just froze there, beads of sweat rolling down his brow, looking like a rabbit in a spotlight. His gaze stayed glued to Steve, as if pleading for backup. Liam was zoned out, staring off into nothing, his expression blank. Either he gave zero shits or was too checked out to notice. The Liam I'd known would've lost his mind seeing his beta like this, trussed up and kneeling like some lowlife crook."Sir, allow me," Steve said, his tone even despite the ropes cutting into his skin. It killed me to witness him reduced to this, the pack's beta brought

Ava’s POVLiam’s face contorted with rage when I challenged him about Freya. His blue eyes ignited, and he shot up as if I’d slapped him. “Don’t you dare challenge me in my own council, Ava!” he roared, his words bouncing off the stone walls. “You’re finished here—you and the healers, get out!”I turned, watching the healers shift uneasily, their robes rustling as they hurried toward the exit, heads bowed like scolded kids. But I stayed put. I rooted myself there, staring Liam down, my pulse thundering with resolve. “You asked me a question, and I deserve an answer,” I ground out, my voice cutting through the tension. “Where’s Freya, the Luna you chose instead of me?”Liam’s head jerked up, his mouth parting for a sharp comeback, but an elder cut in, his tone like a blade. “The pack’s falling apart out there, Ava. Quit the nonsense with stupid questions and leave!” The others growled in agreement, their expressions sour with irritation.“Get out, Ava,” Liam snarled, turning his bac

Ava's POV"Ava?" one of the healers pulled me aside, interrupting my exchange with the sentry. "You okay? You look like something's eating at you?" Her brow furrowed with concern, her eyes wide and searching.My insides knotted up. Liam and Lucy scheming to snatch my triplets, David barely hanging on, Steve rotting in a cell—nothing felt right. My thoughts were a total storm, spinning wildly with terror for my little ones, their sweet faces burned into my brain. I forced a weak nod, trying to slap on a phony grin. "Yeah, I'm good," I fibbed, turning to Sarah, the lead medic. "Just keep Zane steady, do what you can.""But Ava…" she began, her tone climbing in objection."I'll swing back soon," I cut her off firmly, shifting to the sentry. He moved aside, letting me slip from the room, the door groaning closed at my back. The hallway's musty chill wrapped around me, laced with the odor of damp rock and parched dirt, sending a shiver through me as we headed out.I fixed a hard stare on t

Ava's POVI headed back to the pack house, my mind reeling from everything Steve had dumped on me. Ivan, the Alpha of another pack, wasn't about to let Freya's murder go unpunished—hell, I wouldn't either if someone offed the woman I loved. My gut was yelling that he'd come looking for payback, and Liam's cocky mug would be right at the top of his hit list. The idea sent a cold chill racing down my back, but part of me couldn't care less. Let this cursed pack go up in flames for all I gave a damn, after they'd tossed me aside five years ago like yesterday's garbage.I paused in front of the pack house's huge doors, taking it all in. Workers hustled by, lugging gear, their boots stirring up clouds of dust. Fighters marched past in tight groups, blades clashing, sweat dripping as they drilled. The place buzzed with activity, loud and bustling, like everything was normal. But I knew the truth. Deep down, the plague was tearing through the Oakwood Pack, rotting it from the inside, and no

Ava's POVThere was no chance I was letting Zane go, not with Lucy lurking, eager to shove it in my face that my Silverbloom idea was bullshit. I bent over him, my hands working quick, checking his pulse, his breaths. He was holding on okay for a werewolf, but looks could deceive. His skin was way too pale, his chest barely moving, and I could feel the life slipping out of him like sand through my fingers."What do we do?" Sarah's voice cut through my panic as she stepped into the room, her gaze sweeping over me with worry.I whirled toward her, desperate. "Prep the herbs, now," I commanded, my fingers still on Zane's chest, sensing that faint beat. I shut my eyes, concentrating. "Wolf's bane, silver leaf, and…""Moon petal," Sarah finished, already knowing the drill.I shook my head wildly. "Fresh ones, Sarah. Hurry!" My words came out tight, my heart pounding like a war drum.She took off, her old legs moving like she was half her age, the door slamming behind her. I turned to the y