Semua Bab Barren Luna Returns with Triplets: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I followed Ryan out of the clinic with slow, careful steps, my heart still unsteady inside my chest. The hospital doors closed softly behind us, and for a moment, I stood there, breathing in the open air like someone stepping into a life they were never meant to have. Ryan’s car waited just ahead, sleek, powerful, unmistakably Alpha-made. He opened the door for me without a word, his movements calm but attentive, like he was afraid I might vanish if he looked away for too long. I slid into the passenger seat, my hands resting nervously in my lap as he took the wheel. When the engine started, a strange realization settled over me: for the first time in my life, I wasn’t running away. I was being taken somewhere.As we drove deeper into Golden Sky Pack territory, my eyes kept drifting to the scenery outside the window. I couldn’t help it. The land was breathtaking in a way that made my chest ache: vast, open fields stretching beneath rolling hills, tall, ancient trees lining stone-paved

I don’t remember when my feet started moving. One moment I was standing outside the office door, frozen by fear and the weight of everything that could go wrong, and the next I was stepping inside, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. The office was large and elegant, lined with dark wooden shelves filled with old books and artifacts that smelled of age and power. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, casting a warm glow across the room. And then my eyes landed on him.Alpha Ryder.He stood behind his desk at first, tall and imposing, his presence filling the room in a way that made the air feel heavier. His hair was darker than Ryan’s, streaked faintly with silver, and his eyes—those eyes—were the same shade of silver I saw every morning when I looked in the mirror. The moment his gaze met mine, everything stopped. His breath hitched sharply, and his hand tightened on the edge of the desk as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.For a long, unb

Alpha Ryder didn’t wait long after our heavy conversation before summoning food. Perhaps he noticed the way my hands trembled slightly, or the way my eyes lingered too long on the table when the servants moved in and out. Whatever the reason, I was grateful. When the doors opened and trays were brought in, the scent alone made my mouth water embarrassingly. Warm bread, roasted meat glazed with herbs, bowls of soup steaming gently, fresh fruits glistening like jewels, and pastries dusted lightly with sugar filled the table until it no longer looked real to me. For a moment, I just stared, stunned by the abundance. Ever since I was banished from Blood Moon Pack, I had eaten only to survive—berries, cold scraps, whatever I could find while running or hiding. Hunger had become a dull ache I ignored. Now it roared to life, sharp and demanding, reminding me just how long I had gone without real nourishment.“Eat,” Alpha Ryder said gently, pulling a chair closer for me. There was no command

Jasmine and Jamine didn’t hesitate for even a second. The moment Father finished speaking, they rushed toward me, their chairs scraping softly against the floor. Jasmine reached me first, her arms wrapping around my shoulders with a tightness that stole my breath, while Jamine hugged me from the other side, careful but emotional, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he held too loosely. For a heartbeat, I froze, overwhelmed by the sudden closeness, by the warmth of people who shared my blood and didn’t look at me with suspicion or doubt. Then something inside me gave way, and I hugged them back, my arms trembling as I held on. Jasmine was crying openly, her tears soaking into my shoulder, while Jamine’s grip tightened, his jaw clenched as he tried and failed to hide his emotions.“We have a sister,” Jasmine whispered, her voice breaking. “All this time… we really have a sister.”I swallowed hard, my own eyes burning. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” I said softly, the words slipping ou

The question slipped out of me before I could stop it, carried on a breath that trembled too much to hide. “How… how did my mother die?” I asked softly. Saying the words felt like touching a wound I didn’t know how to dress. I had seen her smile in photographs, felt her presence in the way everyone spoke her name with reverence, but death has a shape when it is explained by someone who loved the person it stole.Father didn’t answer immediately. He looked toward the fire, watching the flames curl and settle as if the memory lived there, flickering in and out of reach. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and steady, but I could hear the effort beneath it. “It was during a rogue attack,” he said. “One of the largest we had seen in decades.” His jaw tightened. “They came in waves. Organized. Not starving strays or desperate loners. Fighters.”My chest tightened. I leaned forward slightly, afraid to miss a word.“Ryan and I were leading a patrol on the eastern ridge when the warning