All Chapters of Barren Luna Returns with Triplets: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lydia POVThe call ended.But the words didn’t.They stayed.Echoing.Loud.Relentless.I stood there, the phone still in my hand, my fingers tightening slowly around it as everything I had just heard replayed again and again in my mind.Celeste is back.Back.Not just back—Back with three children.Three.My chest rose sharply as something dark twisted deep inside me.“No…” I whispered.Then louder—“No!”The word tore out of me before I could stop it.My hand moved without thinking.The cup on the table shattered the moment I threw it against the wall.The sound echoed through the room, sharp and violent, but it did nothing to calm the storm rising inside me.“How?” I demanded aloud, even though there was no one there to answer.“How is she back?”I started pacing.Back and forth.Fast.Restless.My mind was racing too quickly to settle.I had been careful.So careful.Everything had been planned.Calculated.Executed.She was gone.Banished.Broken.I made sure of it.I watched he

Third Person POVThe afternoon felt calm.Too calm.The kind of quiet that settles over a place before something goes wrong.The children were gathered in one of the playrooms, surrounded by toys, cushions, and scattered little things that showed they had been trying to entertain themselves for a while.Rune sat on the floor, flipping through a small book, though he wasn’t really reading it. Blaze leaned against the couch, watching Alora move around restlessly as she tried to come up with something fun to do.And then—There was Amelia.She sat in the corner.Quiet.Still.Watching.Her small hands rested in her lap as her eyes moved between the triplets. She didn’t interrupt. Didn’t speak. She just… observed.It was obvious.She didn’t feel like she belonged.Not yet.And she was trying very hard not to make it worse.Blaze noticed first.He always did.His eyes shifted toward her again, lingering longer this time. He saw the way she stayed away. The way she didn’t try to push hersel

Celeste POVThe room stayed tense for what felt like forever.No one spoke unless they had to. The healers moved quickly around Amelia, checking her breathing, rubbing her hands, preparing herbs, and forcing a little air through her lungs with practiced urgency. Kharl stood at the side of the bed like a statue carved from anger and fear, his whole body stiff, his eyes fixed on the little girl’s face.I stayed close too.Not because I knew exactly what to do, but because I couldn’t leave. Amelia might not be mine, but she was a child under my roof, in my care, and right now that was enough to make my chest hurt.One of the healers glanced up at me.“She’s breathing better now,” he said quietly. “But she needs a moment.”A moment.It sounded so small. Too small for the fear that had filled the room.Kharl didn’t move.“Amelia,” he said softly, the roughness in his voice making my throat tighten. “Open your eyes.”For a second, nothing happened.Then—A faint stir.Her fingers twitched f

Kharl POVSomething was wrong.I felt it before I heard anything.It started as a small unease in my chest. A tightness that came without warning, without reason. I was in the training yard with a few of my men, going through routine drills, but my focus had been slipping for a while now.My wolf was restless.Too restless.I paused mid-step, my eyes scanning the area without really seeing it.“What is it, Alpha?” one of the guards asked.I didn’t answer.Because I didn’t know.But I knew one thing.Something was not right.Then—The doors burst open.Footsteps rushed in.Fast.Urgent.“Alpha!”The voice was sharp with panic.I turned immediately.A guard stumbled forward, breathing hard, his face pale in a way that made my stomach drop before he even spoke.“What happened?” I demanded.He hesitated.That was all it took.My chest tightened dangerously.“Speak.”“There was an ambush,” he said quickly.Everything inside me stilled.“What?”“The car—” he swallowed hard. “The one carryin

Ryan POVBy the time I got to the Dark Moon Pack, I was no longer thinking clearly enough to pretend I was calm.I was thinking like an Alpha whose blood had been touched.Whose sister had been taken.Whose niece had been dragged into danger.Whose world had shifted in one violent moment because someone, somewhere, thought they could strike at my family and get away with it.They were wrong.The moment I stepped into the central hall, people moved out of my way without being told. That kind of fear didn’t come from shouting. It came from purpose. And right then, mine was sharper than anything in that place.Kharl was already there, surrounded by men, maps, and half-spoken reports, but the second I saw him, every bit of control I had been forcing into myself became harder to hold.“This happened under your watch,” I said, not bothering with greetings.The room went silent.Kharl turned slowly to face me, and for a second I saw it in him too. Rage. Guilt. Something darker than both. He