The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 125

I wrapped my leg tighter around him, nails digging into his shoulders as I clung for purchase, moaning into his mouth with every thrust. The tension headache faded, replaced by the building pressure in my core, my pussy clenching greedily around him. He gripped my ass with both hands now, lifting me higher to change the angle, driving even deeper, his balls slapping against me with wet smacks that echoed over the shower's roar.

One hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing firm circles that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through me. I bucked against him, chasing the edge, my breaths coming in ragged bursts as the coil wound tighter.

It snapped suddenly— my orgasm crashed over me, walls fluttering and squeezing his cock as I cried out, body shaking against the wall. He didn't stop, pounding through my release, his thrusts turning erratic until he buried himself deep one last time, groaning as he came, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy, mixing with my own juices and trickling down my thigh under the water.

We stayed locked together, panting, his forehead pressed to mine as the aftershocks faded. Slowly, he lowered my leg, but kept me pinned gently, his softening cock still inside me. "Better?" he asked, voice soft now, thumb brushing my cheek.

I nodded, smiling weakly. "Much. But we still need to eat... and talk." He chuckled, pulling out with a wet slide, his cum leaking out before the shower washed it away, and reached for the soap to clean us both.

As he washed the dirt and blood from my arms, he finally asked, his voice low, “How do you feel about having Douglas as your Gamma?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I stared at the swirl of water circling the drain instead, the gray ribbon of grime spiraling away like it could take the day with it.

After a long pause, Tyson’s voice gentled. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know how I feel,” I said, the words breaking somewhere between exhaustion and disbelief. “Or how to handle it. It’s just—too much. All of it.”

He didn’t push. Just listened, rinsing the soap from his hands before sliding them down my shoulders in a silent reassurance.

“Honestly,” I murmured, “my first priority is Talon. He’s barely hanging on, and until he’s healed, I can’t focus on anything else.”

Tyson nodded once, quiet understanding in his eyes. He finished lathering the soap over my skin, then guided me gently under the spray of hot water. The warmth washed everything away—the dirt, the suds, the last remnants of blood.

For a minute, neither of us spoke.

Then I took the soap from him, my hands moving automatically as I worked the lather over his arms and chest. The silence between us was softer now, easier to breathe in.

He broke it first. “You know,” he said slowly, “maybe having a Gamma isn’t such a bad idea.”

I froze mid-motion, blinking up at him. “You agree with Douglas now?”

“Not even close,” he said, a faint grin tugging at his mouth. “But I can tell he’s strong. And if he’s serious about protecting you, then he’ll fight harder than anyone else to do it.”

I frowned, my hands still on his shoulders. “Then what’s the problem?”

“The hierarchy,” Tyson said simply. “It has to be clear.”

He watched my expression and, as usual, caught my confusion before I could voice it.

“Gammas don’t answer to anyone but the person they’re bound to,” he explained. “Not the Alphas. Not the Beta. Their loyalty sits with one person. That’s what makes them dangerous—and valuable.”

“So if Douglas stays…” I began.

Tyson nodded. “Then he needs to understand he’s part of this pack now. That means he listens to all of us—not just you, Moon. Me, Toren, Talon. The bond can’t be one-sided, or it’ll tear everything apart.”

The sound of water filled the quiet that followed, the weight of his words settling like stone.

I nodded slowly, letting the thought sink in. “Then we’ll make him understand,” I said finally.

Tyson’s mouth curved faintly. “That’s my Luna.”

He turned the water off and grabbed a towel, draping it over my shoulders before wrapping another around himself. The steam lingered in the air, carrying the faint scent of rain and soap.

Whatever awaited us downstairs—Douglas, Toren, the Council’s shadow—could wait just a little longer.

“Before we face the others,” I said quietly, “can we check on Talon first?”

He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “That’s a good idea. Toren can keep Douglas from starting another argument for five minutes, maybe.”

I gave a tired laugh that didn’t quite reach my eyes. We dressed quickly, the quiet between us heavy but comfortable. The hall outside was dim and still, the only sound the muffled beat of rain against the windows.

As we turned the corner toward the infirmary, the world suddenly erupted into motion.

“Kira!”

Marianne’s voice echoed down the corridor before I even saw her. She came running, hair loose, eyes wide and wet with panic. Her shoes skidded on the marble as she reached us.

“Marianne?” Tyson caught her by the shoulders, steadying her. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, breathless. “You need to go downstairs. Right now.”

My stomach dropped. “What happened?”

“It’s Talon,” she gasped. “He’s up—he’s on his feet somehow—and he’s trying to fight Douglas.”

“What?” Tyson and I said at the same time.

Marianne nodded frantically. “He woke up a few minutes ago. Toren tried to hold him back, but he’s furious, Kira. He thinks Douglas is trying to take over.”

I didn’t wait to hear the rest. The ache in my head from earlier roared back to life as I broke into a run, Tyson right behind me.

The sound reached us before we even hit the stairwell—snarling, the crash of furniture, the deep rumble of Toren’s voice trying to hold command over the chaos.