The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 75

The air felt different the moment I opened the door—too heavy, too still, like the house itself was holding its breath.

All three of them—Toren, Talon, and Tyson—were already inside, scattered around the room like a brewing storm that had forgotten where to strike. The energy was alive, prickling against my skin. Toren stood tall, every muscle tight, his golden eyes hard with thought. Talon sat on the couch, his leg bouncing like a ticking bomb. And Tyson—gods, Tyson—was a dark shape by the window, arms crossed, eyes the color of thunderclouds before the lightning hits.

I hovered at the threshold, pulse loud in my ears. “What’s going on?”

No one answered.

Then Talon looked up, his voice breaking the silence. “We need to talk about the sleeping arrangements.”

I blinked. “The... what?”

Toren exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re not exactly working with a lot of space here, Starlight. The bed’s a queen, and four of us won’t fit.”

“Oh,” I said dryly. “So this is a geometry problem now.”

Tyson’s low voice rumbled from the shadows. “He’s right. We either upgrade to a California king or figure something else out.” He turned then, those storm-gray eyes narrowing. “But even then—how do we decide who sleeps where?”

A beat of silence.

Talon shifted, restless. “I don’t care where I sleep,” he said softly, “but if we’re all in the same bed, I want to be touching her. Even if it’s just her hand.”

Toren’s expression didn’t move, but something flickered in his eyes. “You’re not the only one who wants that.”

“Yeah,” Talon muttered, “but I’m the only one saying it out loud.”

Tyson’s voice cut through, rough and deliberate. “He’s right. If we’re doing this, I want her close. She’s our Luna.”

Toren’s jaw flexed, his tone going cold. “I’m aware of what she is.”

That tone. It was the kind that could freeze blood. The bond flared, full of tension sharp enough to taste—Tyson’s growl simmering, Talon’s unease thick as smoke.

And then Toren said the one thing guaranteed to set the room on fire.

“I was the first to mate with her,” he said evenly. “So it makes sense I sleep closest. She’s already used to me.”

I swear the temperature dropped ten degrees.

Talon shot up from the couch. “Used to you?” His voice cracked with fury. “She’s not a goddamn habit, Toren!”

“Watch your tone, Beta,” Toren snapped, his Alpha power slamming into the room like a shockwave. The lights flickered. My lungs forgot how to work.

Tyson moved before I could breathe. “You think being first gives you more of her?” His voice was low, dangerous. “That’s not how this works, brother.”

Toren turned that golden glare on him. “And you think you can just take what you want when it suits you? You barely know how to control yourself in a crowd.”

Tyson’s growl vibrated through the air. “Careful.”

“Both of you, stop,” Talon barked, his wolf bleeding through his voice. “This isn’t helping.”

“It’s not supposed to help,” Tyson snarled. “It’s supposed to be fair.”

Toren’s bitter laugh made my skin crawl. “Fair? You’ve been gone half your life, and now you think you get to decide fairness?”

That was it. The bond snapped tight, choking me with all their emotions—jealousy, anger, love twisted into something wild.

“That’s enough!” The words tore from me before I realized I’d shouted.

Three heads turned. Three hearts tangled in mine.

I could feel them through the bond—anger like fire, jealousy like poison, heartbreak like thunder. It was too much.

“I’m not doing this,” I said, my voice trembling, though I forced my chin high. “Arguing over me, fighting for me—this isn’t how I want to be shared.”

“Kira—” Toren started, but I cut him off.

“No,” I said sharply. “Until we can sort this out—really sort this out—I’m sleeping alone.”

Silence. Thick, terrible silence.

Talon’s mouth opened, then closed. Tyson looked like someone had punched him in the gut. And Toren… gods, he looked broken. Like he’d just realized what he was losing.

I turned for the door, hands shaking. I’d made it three steps when Tyson’s voice stopped me.

“Stop.” It wasn’t a command—it was a plea. “Sleeping alone isn’t the answer.”

I turned, and for the first time, the fierce, stoic man by the window looked lost. “You walking out doesn’t fix this, Moon,” he said quietly. “It just gives us one more thing to fight about.”

My chest clenched. His voice always did that—sounded like sin dressed as sincerity.

Toren exhaled, every bit the Alpha again. “Tyson’s right. You shouldn’t have to deal with this right now. Go downstairs with the twins. Get a drink. Or take a walk in the gardens. Let us… handle this.”

Talon scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, Cupcake. We’ll figure something out. Just—give us a minute before we do something stupid.”

“I think you’re about three minutes too late,” I muttered.

Still, I hesitated, caught between relief and dread. The bond still buzzed with all the things they wouldn’t say. But I nodded anyway.

“Fine,” I said. “You three talk it out. Try not to kill each other. Or, you know, destroy the furniture.”

Toren’s lips twitched, a ghost of a smile. “No promises, Starlight.”

“Try anyway,” I said softly.

As I closed the door behind me, their voices rose again—Tyson’s growl, Talon’s sharp retort, Toren’s controlled fury. It was chaos wrapped in loyalty. And me? I was the thread holding it all together, unraveling by the second.

By the time I reached the twins’ room, my chest ached. I knocked lightly.

“Come in!” Shyanne’s voice chimed, bright as ever.

The moment Marianne saw me, she grinned. “Rough night?”

I let out a shaky laugh. “You have no idea.”

The door clicked shut, sealing away the storm upstairs—three men trying to balance jealousy, duty, and love without burning down the world.

And me, stuck right in the middle of it, pretending the flames didn’t hurt.

Shyanne patted the seat between them, her grin fading as she studied my face. “Okay, spill. What happened this time? You look like you just broke up with three people at once.”

“Something like that,” I muttered, sinking down between them. The warmth of the room, the faint scent of lavender and candle wax—it was the first peace I’d felt all night.

Shyanne’s tone softened. “Kira… what’s really going on?”

I gave a humorless laugh. “Oh, you know. Just a little emotional bloodbath before bedtime.”