The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 145

I wiped my face, inhaled slowly, and pushed the bathroom door open—

All hell broke loose.

Toren didn’t enter the women’s bathroom; he stormed in like it owed him money.

The door slammed against the stopper hard enough to threaten the structural integrity of the entire gas station.

Tyson shoved past him, muttering curses so violent the soap dispenser curled inward.

Talon practically climbed over both of them, eyes half-shifted, claws out.

None of them even glanced at the “WOMEN ONLY” sign.

No hesitation. No shame. Pure alpha chaos.

“KIRA,” Toren barked, grabbing my shoulders. “Are you hurt? Who hurt you? Do I need to kill someone?”

Tyson hovered around me, sniffing the air like a deranged bloodhound. “She smells like fear—why does she smell like fear—did she faint? Did her evolution spike? Is she bleeding? Is she dying? If she’s dying I’ll kill someone.”

Talon cupped my face with shaking hands. “Cupcake, breathe. Just breathe. Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me so I can fix it. Please—please—”

They were panicking so loudly the fluorescent lights flickered.

Marianne groaned.

Shyanne pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Kira,” Shyanne muttered, “open your mouth before these idiots burn the place down.”

I tried.

I really did.

But the words wouldn’t come.

My throat was a locked vault, my mind spinning.

I just stared at them—three frantic alphas pacing a gas station bathroom like feral raccoons who’d been denied snacks.

Marianne finally snapped.

“ENOUGH.” She shoved herself between me and the testosterone tornado. “Back up. Now.”

Toren blinked. “I—what? Why?”

“Because you’re scaring her,” Marianne said flatly.

Tyson threw his hands up. “We’re trying to HELP—”

“You’re overwhelming her,” Shyanne cut in.

Talon’s voice cracked. “We thought she was dying—”

“Honestly, same,” Marianne muttered.

Toren clasped my face again, gentler this time. “Love, whatever it is—tell us. Please.”

Tyson brushed a thumb over my knuckles. “Moon, don’t hold it in. Talk to us.”

Talon pressed his forehead to mine. “We’re right here.”

I opened my mouth—

Nothing.

Silent, shaking nothing.

I could feel myself spiraling.

My lungs shrank.

My vision blurred.

Marianne saw it.

Shyanne felt it.

The twins exchanged a look.

And then—

Marianne opened her mouth.

And detonated the truth like she was throwing a live grenade.

“Kira is pregnant.”

The world stopped.

Completely.

No one breathed.

No one blinked.

Even the flickering bathroom light paused like it needed a moment.

Toren froze mid-inhale.

Tyson’s arms dropped to his sides like someone unplugged him.

Talon grabbed the counter and whispered the softest, most shattered, “What…?”

I stared at the tiles.

Because now it was real.

Marianne crossed her arms, expression brutal and smug.

“She’s pregnant. The healer said the heartbeat is strong. She threw up from stress. There’s a baby.”

Silence stretched—

**—then broke.**

Toren dropped to his knees like the floor personally betrayed him.

Actually fell.

Straight down.

Like a felled tree.

He grabbed my waist, staring up at me like I’d just told him the moon moved into our living room.

“A pup?” he whispered, voice cracking. “Our pup?”

Tyson knelt beside him, his eyes huge and wild. “Moon… we made a baby? Like—a real one? Inside you?”

Talon pressed both hands to his mouth and sobbed.

Actual, messy, beautiful sobs.

“Oh gods… cupcake… we’re having a baby?”

Then—

**chaos.**

Toren: “Are you dizzy? Sit down—no, wait—stand up—NO, sit down.”

Tyson: “Do you feel anything? Heartburn? Nausea? Swelling? Can you see straight? Do you need juice?”

Talon: “Do not move. Do not breathe too hard. Do not blink too aggressively.”

Marianne snorted. “Gods help us.”

Shyanne patted my back. “At least now we know why they say wolves mate for life. Because if they didn’t, these three would have died ten minutes ago.”

Toren grabbed my cheeks. “Are you safe? Is the pup safe? Do you feel pain? ANY pain?”

Tyson pressed a hand lightly to my stomach. “Hi, baby, it’s your Papa Tyson—”

“Tyson,” Toren snapped, “don’t introduce yourself to a fetus!”

“It’s politeness!”

Talon wrapped his arms around my back, trembling. “I’m going to build a nursery. Several. Everywhere we go. Kira don’t cry—you’re making me cry more—”

Mason quietly stepped inside the doorway.

“Oh,” he murmured, stunned. “So I’m… going to be a grandfather. Wonderful. I’m not old at all.”

Douglas muttered, “He’s going to be unbearable.”

I laughed.

I actually laughed.

A weak, watery sound.

But real.

I wiped at my eyes, whispering, “I didn’t feel pregnant. I didn’t know. I just… I didn’t know.”

Toren rose slowly, pulling me into his chest.

“We’ll take care of you. Both of you.”

Tyson kissed my temple. “You’re not alone, Moon.”

Talon pressed his forehead to mine. “We’re yours. Always.”

For the first time since the healer said the words, the panic softened.

The chaos quieted.

And I felt held.

Then Toren gripped my waist again and whispered, voice breaking:

“You’re carrying our miracle. And I swear to the goddess, Kira—if you scare me like that again, I’m wrapping you in bubble wrap.”

Tyson snorted. “She’d bite through it.”

“She would,” Talon agreed proudly.

Mason cleared his throat. “I’m… also here.”

All three alphas looked at him with the same expression:

*Not now.*

The moment the laughter died down, Mason cleared his throat with the kind of heaviness that meant something serious was coming.

“As… touching as this moment is,” he said carefully, glancing at the chaos of three emotional alphas hovering around me, “we need to get back on the road. Now. Before the Council tracks us again.”

The warmth in the bathroom chilled instantly.

Toren stiffened, jaw clenching. “He’s right.”

Tyson growled under his breath. “Of course he’s right. The one time.”

Talon huffed. “We just found out she’s pregnant and now we’re sprinting for our lives again. Fantastic timing.”

Mason lifted a brow. “You think the Council cares about timing?”

Silence.

He wasn’t wrong.

Toren inhaled sharply and turned to me, hands gentle on my elbows, voice steady but urgent.

“We move now. But first—I need to get supplies.”

I blinked. “Supplies?”

Tyson and Talon stepped in immediately, each taking one of my arms like I might float away.

“Come on, Moon,” Tyson murmured, guiding me out. “Let’s get you back to the SUV.”

“You’re walking slow,” Talon added, hovering like overprotective gravity. “You okay? Want water? Juice? A pillow? Back rub? Small country?”

Shyanne snorted and looped her arm through mine.

“Let’s get her to the car before you two cause another panic attack.”

Marianne held the door open. “And before Toren breaks something else.”

I sighed…but I let them guide me.

Because honestly?

Standing felt like wading through thick mud.

We stepped outside into the sharp air. The pack was already looking our way—concerned, alert, ready for orders.

Tyson and Talon practically carried me the rest of the way to the SUV, settling me into the backseat like I was made of spun glass.

Shyanne buckled me in before I could protest.

Marianne handed me an open bottle of water without asking.

“She’s got pregnancy-brain already,” Tyson whispered.

“I’M NOT EVEN REMOTELY CLOSE TO HAVING THAT—”

“Baby brain,” Talon corrected softly, smiling like an idiot.

I glared at both of them.