The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 187

One second, I was staring at my three mates holding our three babies—tiny, warm, perfect.

The next?

Darkness.

Then—moonlight.

Not soft moonlight.

Not peaceful, calm, silver light.

No.

This was the kind that hummed like a heartbeat and burned like starlight behind my ribs.

I blinked—and suddenly I wasn’t in the penthouse anymore.

I was standing barefoot in a huge meadow under a sky full of swirling constellations.

My hair floated around me like I was underwater.

And the scent of lilac and frost filled my lungs.

A figure stepped forward, radiant and familiar.

The Moon Goddess.

Again.

She smiled down at my newborns—who were cradled in my arms even though I had absolutely not brought them here.

“Kira,” she said softly, “you have done what no Luna before you has dared.”

I swallowed.

“Uh… had triplets without dying?”

Her laugh was warm. “That too.”

She reached down, brushing her fingers over baby Theo first. He glowed faintly underneath her touch.

“The warrior,” she murmured.

Then she touched baby Thatcher, who sparked tiny arcs of silver light between his fingers.

“The storm.”

My chest swelled with pride.

And then she touched my daughter, Thea.

The second her fingers met Thea’s forehead, everything around us brightened—

the moon swelled

the stars shifted

my heart stuttered.

“Thea,” she whispered, almost reverently,

“will shape the new Council.”

My breath hitched.

Not rule it.

Not replace the Goddess.

Shape it.

“She will change the laws your world lives by,” the Moon Goddess continued.

“She will be the first voice wolves listen to when they rebuild.”

My eyes stung.

“I… I don’t know how to raise someone like that.”

“You will,” she said softly. “Because your daughter will grow learning from a Luna who broke chains—even when everyone told her she couldn’t.”

Before I could respond, she brushed a thumb over my cheek.

“And your sons will guard her. Always.”

My heart clenched.

“So… what do I do now?”

“Rest,” she said gently. “You have fought enough for one lifetime.”

She stepped back, her glow fading—

“Kira, wake up,” she whispered, her voice echoing everywhere.

“Kira—wake up.”

“Firefly—Kira—shit, she’s waking up—”

I blinked awake to:

Three screaming babies

Toren holding a pillow like a shield

Tyson dodging floating spoons

Talon staring up at the ceiling like he was considering joining the Moon Goddess permanently

“What’s happening?” I croaked.

Tyson pointed at my son like an outraged daycare worker.

“He—he started FLOATING.”

I stared.

Theo was, in fact, casually levitating above Talon like an unbothered helium balloon.

Talon looked up at him and muttered,

“I swear to god, kid… please come down. I don’t have the energy to also float today.”

Meanwhile Thatcher was sparking tiny silver zaps that lightly electrocuted Toren every time he got too close.

Toren scowled.

“He thinks my pain is funny. He LAUGHS when he shocks me.”

And then there was Thea.

My sweet baby girl.

Sitting in Tyson’s lap…

…telekinetically turning pages of a book she couldn’t even read.

The doctor peeked around the corner, saw the flying baby, the sparking baby, the witchy baby, and whispered:

“I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS.”

Then she fainted.

Face-first.

Tyson didn’t catch her because he was too busy dodging a fork that Thatcher launched like a missile.

I put my hand out on instinct and everything stopped midair—

the fork

the spoon

the baby

the sparks

the chaos.

Three pairs of glowing newborn eyes turned toward me.

My heart swelled until it hurt.

“Okay,” I said, exhaling slowly,

“let’s… try this again.”

Theo drifted gently down into Talon’s hands.

Thatcher stopped sparking.

Thea closed her book (midair) and dropped it neatly into Toren’s lap.

Talon set a hand on my shoulder.

“You okay, Firefly?”

I nodded slowly.

“Yeah. Just had a dream.”

Tyson snorted. “Please tell me the Moon Goddess explained why our kids are already more powerful than us.”

“Actually,” I whispered, voice trembling with emotion, “she did.”

Everyone froze.

Toren leaned in. “What did she say?”

I looked at all three of my mates.

Then down at the three impossibly powerful, glowing children we had brought into the world.

“She said…”

I swallowed.

“She said our sons are the warrior and the storm.”

“And our daughter?”

I met their eyes, heart pounding.

“She’s going to shape the new Council.”

Silence.

Then Douglas—who had been standing silently with a bottle in one hand—said:

“Well, shit.”

And that pretty much summed it up.

Toren leaned in, brushing his fingers across my cheek, the softest touch, the kind that normally made me melt.

“Starlight,” he whispered, “can I—?”

“Please,” I murmured.

His lips were just inches from mine when—

A sound ripped through the penthouse.

A growl.

A newborn growl.

We all froze.

I turned my head slowly… very slowly…

And there was Thatcher.

My tiny, minutes-old son… glaring directly at Toren like Toren had just insulted his ancestral bloodline.

“What the—” Toren blinked, confused.

Then—

⚡ ZAP! ⚡

A tiny spark shot from Thatcher’s fingers and smacked Toren right in the cheek.

Toren jerked back so hard he nearly fell over the couch.

Tyson gasped.

Talon choked on his own spit.

Douglas made a noise like a dying animal.

I just stared.

“T-Thatcher?” I squeaked. “Baby? Sweetheart? Did you just… lightning bolt your father?”

Thatcher made a second spark.

BIGGER.

Toren slapped a hand over his cheek. “Did—did our newborn son just cock-block me with actual magic?”

Tyson was wheezing. “Oh my—OH MY GOD.”

Talon completely lost it, laughter echoing off the damn penthouse windows. “You just got THUNDER-STRUCK by your own kid—”

Another spark shot at Toren’s direction, sizzling the air.

Toren hid behind a pillow.

A pillow.

The future-Uber-Alpha of the entire damn region.

“That’s enough!” I tried to scold, pointing at Thatcher like he was a misbehaving puppy. “You do not zap your father!”

Thatcher froze.

Literally stopped mid-spark.

His tiny hand lowered.

And the glow vanished.

The entire room went silent.

Toren peeked from behind the pillow. “Wait… he listened? He listens to YOU?”

“That’s my boy!” Tyson said proudly.

“Respect,” Douglas deadpanned.

Thatcher blinked up at me with wide innocent eyes, like he hadn’t launched magical war thirty seconds ago.

I scooped him up.

He snuggled right into my chest, cooing.

Zero sparks.

Zero growls.

Total angel.

Toren stood there, still holding the pillow shield. “…So you zap me but obey your mother?”

Thatcher made a soft noise.

Almost smug.

Talon snorted. “Dude. You got out-alpha’d by a burrito-sized newborn.”