Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Banished Luna Returned With Triplets : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Ava’s POV Steve’s gaze burned with clear frustration, and I realized I’d been way too open about the Silverbloom flower during that breakfast. My gut twisted tight, a mix of regret and hurt from Liam’s distant stare, his expression blank like I wasn’t even in the room, though I’d sworn to myself he still cared deeply, those vivid recollections rushing back of us tangled up, all slick with sweat and desire, his grip firm as he kept me pinned until I was yelling out his name. “I figure… we ought to head out,” I muttered, clearing my throat roughly, pushing my chair back with a scrape, desperate to escape the suffocating vibe of the dining room and Lucy’s phony grin. “Wait a second,” Lucy replied softly, but laced with that cloying niceness that didn’t fit the woman who’d smeared me as a tramp for supposedly rolling around with Steve out in the woods. “The journey’s gonna be tough and lengthy, Ava. You should eat something.” She motioned toward the steaming dishes, her eyes gleaming

Ava’s POV“They’re…” I started, squinting out into the shadowy forest, my words quivering as those twisted figures edged closer, their grotesque grins catching the dying light.“Rogues! Get down!” Steve barked, wrapping up my thought, his command cutting sharp as he waved us toward a massive tree stump, its bark rough and covered in damp moss. We scrambled over, pressing tight against the wood, hunkered low, my pulse thundering like war drums, my thoughts flashing back to Liam’s fingers on my skin, hot and demanding, driving into me until fear melted away, only for it to shatter under Lucy’s poison tales of me grinding on Steve in front of everyone to wreck my name.The rogues lumbered nearer, their heavy footfalls vibrating the ground, snouts twitching in the air like hounds on a scent. Steve, ever the sharp one, lifted his hand, signaling silence, his focus locked on the creatures. We held our breaths, my ribs feeling squeezed, praying their noses were dulled, my ears straining, my

Ava’s POVSteve’s gaze narrowed, his expression full of doubt as he shot me a look, the monkey still gripping that glowing flower up in the branches. “You positive that’s the Silverbloom, Ava? It seems phony as anything to me.” His words were laced with skepticism, his arms folded snug.I sucked in a breath, my lungs working overtime, holding onto the battered map, my stare bouncing from him to the parchment. “I swear, Steve, it’s legit. The blots on this map, the old tales, that silvery shine—it all points to the bloom in that monkey’s grasp.” I rattled it off in a sharp, hurried clip, my thoughts drifting back to Liam’s fingers, rough and eager, taking me apart until the world faded, all poisoned now by Lucy’s bullshit claims that I’d hooked up with Steve out in the woods to wreck my reputation.I pressed on, jabbing at the symbols on the map, until Steve lifted a hand to stop me. “Hold on, Ava. No need to barrel through,” he said, eyeing the monkey, his own stare turning hard and w

Ava’s POV“I’m so damn sorry, Ava,” Steve growled, his voice gritty as we pulled away from the gorge, its rocky cliffs fading behind us. “Shouldn’t have hauled you all into this disaster.” His words were raw, dripping with regret, his gaze fixed on the path ahead.I kept my eyes down, boots stirring up dirt. “Sarah didn’t deserve that,” I said, my voice empty, flat. “Not even a little.” My chest burned, her cries still ringing in my skull, tangled with flashes of Liam’s hands, fierce and relentless, driving into me until fear dissolved, now poisoned by Lucy’s lies about me banging Steve out in the open to shatter my life.Steve stayed quiet, the forest swallowing our words, the silence heavy and crushing, pressing on us like a weight. The rogues’ snarls had died out, leaving just the endless sprawl of green, the branches swaying faintly in a soft breeze, everything eerily calm except for the raw ache of Sarah’s absence tearing at me. My Sarah, gone.“Steve, hold up,” I said abruptly,

Ava’s POVWe sprawled there, limbs all twisted up on the dirt, the surroundings turning into a hazy mess, the uproar from the wrecked horse and the yelling pack folks dissolving into nothing.Liam’s chest felt solid beneath me, his heartbeat drumming against my side, syncing with the wild thump in my own. His arms wrapped around me, firm and warm, claiming me in that moment, and for a second, everything else vanished—just the two of us.“You okay, Ava?” Liam murmured, his tone deep and gravelly, a rough edge that sent a thrill racing down my back, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of humor and concern, searching mine.I gave a nod, still a bit foggy, my limbs buzzing from the rush of the wreck, his heat soaking into me, steadying my shaking thighs, my breaths coming uneven. We stayed like that, faces so close, the air thick between us, time dragging slow, every noise muted, like the whole place was paused, waiting for what we’d do next.“Your horse went totally berserk, huh?” he rib