Barren Luna Returns with Triplets

Branded barren and cast aside by her mate, Celeste vanishes into the night carrying a secret—triplets destined to change the world. Five years later, she returns stronger, more powerful, and no longer the broken Luna he rejected. As rival packs plot, jealous enemies rise, and her triplets awaken their legacy, Celeste must choose between revenge and destiny, while the Alpha who scorned her will beg for redemption.

Banished

“I, Kharl Blackthorn, Alpha of Blood Moon Pack, banish you, Celeste Storm, from this pack,” his voice rang out like a blade slicing through her chest. “I strip you of the title of Luna. You are no longer one of us.”

The crowd gasps! Not out of shock but happiness. Many of them have waited for a day like this after all, they hated her.

Some lowered their heads, unwilling to meet her gaze. Others smirked at her, especially Lydia, her archenemy standing a few feet away in a flowing crimson dress, looking like the Luna she was about to become.

Celeste’s throat tightened, her heart bleeding .She felt her wolf cry out in her head.

For three long years, she had endured whispers, insults, and humiliation. For three years, she had loved Kharl despite the cold way he had begun to treat her. She had given everything to this pack. Her loyalty. Her heart. Her soul. Although she knew they didn't like, Celeste had tried her best to be the perfect Luna for the Pack. She always put the pack first in everything before herself.

And this was how it ended. She is being trashed out and almost everyone in the pack seems happy about it.

‘O dear moon goddess, what did I do to deserve this?’ Celeste silently lamented.

“Kharl…” Her voice was small, shaky. The sound of it only seemed to harden him more. “Why are you doing this? I am your mate!” Celeste bitterly lamented.

She left the need to remind Kharl that they are mates because the way he has been behaving these past few months seems as though he has forgotten they are bond with d together.

“This is not up for debate,” he snapped. “The Pack Seer has spoken. You are barren because of the cursed blood you carry. Your witch lineage taints this pack.”

A murmur of agreement spread among the gathered wolves. She had known this day would come. From the moment she failed to give Kharl an heir a year after they mated, the whispers began. Barren Luna. The title clung to her like a scarlet mark, whispered in the hallways, spat at her behind her back and sometimes spoken right in front of her.

But hearing him say it so coldly broke something inside her.

“I am not cursed,” Celeste said, her voice stronger now. Her wolf stirred within her chest, trembling but defiant. “The Seer lied. They have hated me from the beginning. You know this.”

Kharl’s lips curled slightly, not in pity, but disdain. “Enough. You will leave Blood