The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 69

Steam curled around me, thick and blinding, wrapping the room in white haze. I turned the shower knob as far as it would go, until the water scalded against my skin. The sting felt good — sharp, purifying. Every drop that hit me was a reminder that I was still here, still breathing, still me… whatever me meant anymore.

The heat reddened my skin, painting me raw. The burn made it easier to forget. Easier not to hear their voices bleeding through the walls — Toren’s low, steady calm, Talon’s rougher edge, the faint echo of tension building between them.

I pressed my forehead against the tile, the water cascading down my back. The sound drowned everything. The chaos. The doubt. The truth.

Then… the air shifted.

Even through the roar of the water, I felt it — that ripple of energy that didn’t belong to me. I turned, heart hammering, and there he was.

Tyson.

He stepped through the steam like it parted for him, the droplets clinging to his skin like they knew who he was. His body was carved muscle and jagged scars, each one telling a story I hadn’t heard yet. The darkness around him wasn’t something that followed him — it belonged to him.

His gaze locked on me, molten gold cutting through the haze. “You shouldn’t hide from what you are, Moon.”

My breath caught. That name rolled off his tongue like a claim, like he’d been saying it in his head for years and finally got to taste it aloud.

“Where are Toren and Talon?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the water.

He stepped closer. “Outside.”

Through the mate link, I felt it—a flicker of hesitation from Toren and Talon, sharp and uncertain, like they were holding back.

The space between us vanished in two strides. His hand came up, rough and warm, fingers sliding around the back of my neck. He didn’t drag — he guided — until I was staring up at him. The steam made his eyes darker, wilder, something untamed and consuming.

“You’ve been in my head,” he said, voice low, dangerous, almost reverent. “In my dreams. I’ve searched for you longer than I can remember. And now that I’ve found you…” He leaned in until his breath brushed my lips. “…I’m not letting you go.”

My pulse thundered in my ears. “Tyson—”

His thumb brushed my jaw, a touch that was both gentle and commanding. “You don’t need to say anything.” His eyes flicked down, tracing the water sliding over my collarbone, over the marks Toren’s mouth had left behind. “They had you first. I don’t care. The bond doesn’t break — it multiplies.”

Something in his tone sent a shiver through me. Possession, not cruelty. Claim, not control. Still, the air vibrated with power — like standing too close to a lightning strike.

“You can’t just decide that,” I whispered, though my voice trembled more from the way his hand was still at my neck, his thumb moving in slow, steady circles.

He tilted his head, that faint smirk ghosting across his lips. “You think fate gives us a choice?”

The question burned hotter than the water.

The space between us disappeared entirely. He kissed me, hard — not tender, not sweet, but raw and full of something ancient. A growl rumbled low in his chest, vibrating through me, and when my back hit the tile wall, the sound cracked through the steam like thunder. The impact jarred me, and I swear I heard the wall crack—tiles shifting, a faint fracture spiderwebbing out from the point of contact. Was he really that strong? The thought sent a thrill racing down my spine, my pussy clenching at the raw power of him. Why did it turn me on so much, this feral dominance that could break stone?

He broke the kiss only to breathe against my mouth. “The ones who hurt you… I’ll find them. I’ll make them bleed. I’ll bring you their bones if that’s what it takes to make you feel safe.”

My hands trembled as I gripped his arms. “You can’t—”

He silenced me with another kiss, slower this time, deeper. Every touch was a promise — not gentle, but deliberate, like he was carving the word mine into the air between us. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, both of us panting.

“Don’t you see it?” he murmured. “You were made for all of us. You hold the balance.”

The words sank into me like sunlight through fog. But beneath them, there was a pulse — danger, devotion, fate — all twisting into something I couldn’t name.

“Tyson…” I breathed, unsure if I was pleading or surrendering.

His lips brushed my ear, breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "I'm going to kill anyone who touched you. Starting with that ex-beta, Darin. I'll rip him apart in front of you and lay his body at your feet as a trophy." His voice was a lethal promise, laced with possession that made my pulse thunder.

My whole body throbbed in response, desire igniting like wildfire. I surged up, kissing him back with equal ferocity, my tongue tangling with his, nails digging into his scarred shoulders. I snatched his hands from my waist—those rough, callused palms that had fought and protected—and guided them lower, pressing them against my hips, urging them between my thighs. I needed him inside me, filling the ache that his words had stoked. Now.

Tyson didn't hesitate. He slid two thick fingers into my pussy, easing them deep with a slow, deliberate thrust that stretched me just right. I gasped into his mouth, walls clenching around the intrusion. He smirked against my lips, then bit down on my bottom lip, tugging sharply before releasing it. "I love how wet you are, just for me," he murmured, his voice rough with hunger, fingers curling inside me to stroke that sensitive spot.

Heat flooded my cheeks, my entire face burning red—part from the water, part from the blush creeping over my skin. But I didn't pull away; I rocked against his hand, chasing the building pressure, lost in the storm of him.

Tyson’s gaze burned into me, wild and reverent all at once. His fingers moved in slow, knowing strokes that made my knees tremble. “Tell me what you want, Moon,” he rasped against my ear, voice shaking with restraint. “Say it.”

I swallowed hard, every nerve screaming, every part of me on fire. “Please, Tyson,” I breathed, the plea breaking apart against his lips. “I want more.”