Semua Bab Barren Luna Returns with Triplets: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Celeste POVThe council chamber felt heavier that morning.Not tense. Not hostile. Just expectant.Delegates filled their seats earlier than usual, conversations quieter, eyes sharper. Word had spread that today’s session would involve the first formal presentations from the assigned problem-solving teams. This was no longer theory. No longer polite discussion. Today would reveal who had actually understood the spirit of the Peace Council—and who had simply attended it.Ryan gave me a brief nod as we entered. I returned it, then took my seat without scanning the room. I didn’t need to look around to know the attention was already waiting.When our names were called, I stood.Kharl stood beside me.We walked to the center together, not touching, not speaking, but aligned in purpose. I could feel the room measuring the distance between us, the silence from yesterday still lingering in the council’s memory. Some expected tension. Some expected awkwardness.They would get neither.I place

Ryan POVRyan did not go looking for Alpha Garrick.He simply stopped avoiding him.The council dining hall was full that evening, delegates scattered across long tables in careful clusters that reflected political comfort more than friendship. Laughter rose in low waves. Glasses clinked. Conversations overlapped in polite noise.Silver Marsh occupied their usual section.Garrick sat at the center of it.Broad shoulders. Loud voice. The kind of presence that filled space without effort. He laughed as he spoke to another Alpha, one hand resting casually on the back of Janet’s chair.Not touching her.Claiming her.Janet sat very still.Her eyes were lowered. Her hands folded neatly in her lap. The shawl was back in place, pulled high along her collarbone again.Ryan felt his jaw tighten.He didn’t go directly to their table. That would have drawn attention. Instead, he took a seat at the adjacent one, close enough that casual conversation could drift between them without suspicion.Gar

Celeste POVThe council chamber felt sharper that morning.Not louder. Not more crowded. Just more alert.Word of yesterday’s successful proposal had spread, and today’s discussion involved broader policy—how similar disputes would be handled across multiple territories in the future. It was no longer about one conflict. It was about precedent.Ryan sat to my left, reviewing notes quietly. Across the chamber, Kharl stood with the Blood Moon delegates, speaking with two other Alphas before the session began.When the herald called for open discussion on territorial precedent, Kharl was one of the first to rise.He spoke clearly, confidently, outlining how flexible boundary interpretation could lead to instability if not carefully managed. His argument was logical, structured, persuasive.Several Alphas nodded.He referenced our previous solution, using it as a model but emphasizing the importance of maintaining firm historical claims alongside adaptability.I listened carefully.And I

Janet POVI did not sleep.Not because I was afraid.But because my mind felt like it had been opened for the first time in years, and everything inside it was trying to rearrange itself.Ryan’s words from the night before replayed over and over in my head.You are my mate.You have a choice.We wait.No one had ever spoken to me like that.No one had ever offered me time instead of commands.I lay on the narrow bed in my chamber, staring at the ceiling as early light filtered through the thin curtains. For the first time since arriving at the council, I did not feel dread about the day ahead.I felt something else.Calm.Not because my situation had changed.But because I had.When I stepped into the corridor that morning, I wasn’t looking for a place to hide.I was looking for him.I found Ryan near the eastern passage, speaking quietly with one of Golden Sky’s officials. He noticed me almost immediately, and his expression softened in a way that made my chest tighten.He excused hi

Kharl POVHe felt it before he understood it.A shift in the air. A subtle tightening along his spine that had nothing to do with the council discussion and everything to do with instinct.Kharl had learned long ago to trust that feeling. It was the same awareness that had kept him alive during border conflicts, the same quiet alertness that told him when something in his territory was wrong before he could see it.He was seated across the chamber when it happened.Celeste had just leaned slightly toward Ryan, murmuring something under her breath. Her expression remained calm, but her posture had changed—barely. Only someone watching closely would notice.Kharl noticed.She wasn’t listening to the speaker anymore.She was scanning the room.Kharl’s eyes followed her gaze instinctively toward the upper balcony.He didn’t see anything at first.Just shadows and stone columns and the faint glow of lantern light.But the feeling remained.And his wolf stirred.Not aggressively. Not loudly