All Chapters of Abused Luna Mature Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

As the boys prepared to meet their baby sister, a sense of solemnity tempered their usual boisterous energy. With gentle strength, Marcus hoisted Avery onto his shoulders, eliciting a chorus of giggles from the little girl. Her pure and uninhibited laughter filled the air as Marcus playfully jogged towards the porch, her small hands gripping his hair for balance.Tanner, Ethan, and Liam followed close behind, their steps quick yet cautious, a visible excitement shimmering in their eyes. Marcus looked towards Gideon, a silent question hanging between them. "Can we go up now?" he asked, his voice vibrating with anticipation.Gideon shared a knowing look with Avla, seeking her consent. She nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Yes, but remember to be gentle," Gideon instructed, his voice a blend of fatherly pride and caution.The boys climbed the porch steps, their movements betraying a mix of eagerness and a newfound sense of responsibility. Tanner, ever the mediator, gently r

Over the following weeks, the serene atmosphere of the pack house was shattered by Ashleigh's relentless cries. The once calm and orderly home turned into a realm of sleepless nights and weary days. By the fifth day, Gideon and Avla resembled nothing more than walking shadows, their movements sluggish and mechanical, their eyes reflecting the profound exhaustion of caring for a constantly crying child.Ashleigh seemed inconsolable. No matter what Avla or Gideon tried, her cries pierced the walls of the pack house, creating a tension that hung in the air like a thick fog. Ashleigh's small face was often scrunched in discomfort. Her tiny fists clenched as if grappling with an unseen adversary. Despite their best efforts, soothing her seemed an almost impossible task.Amid this chaos, Avery's world was turning upside down. The once cheerful and playful child became increasingly clingy, her bright eyes often filled with confusion and distress at the unending cries of her new sibling. Whe

Avla sat by Gideon's side, her chair pulled close to his bed. The soft beep of the heart monitor provided a constant, yet unsettling background noise. Gideon lay still, a network of IVs and tubes connected to his body, his breathing assisted by a ventilator. He was in a deep coma, far removed from the vibrant man she loved.Avla's fingers gently traced invisible shapes on his arm, moving softly through his hair, seeking some form of connection, however small. Her heart ached at the sight of him so vulnerable, so distant from her reach.The door creaked open, and the doctor entered, his expression one of cautious optimism. Avla looked up, her eyes searching his for any sign of hope. "How long do you think he'll be like this?" she asked.The doctor sighed, his professional demeanor offering little comfort. "We really don't know," he admitted. "But he's already showing some improvements. The best thing you can do is talk to him, stay with him, support him, okay?"Avla nodded, clinging to

Tanner woke up the next day to the scent of breakfast being prepared. Jorge had taken it upon himself to prepare a meal for the kids and Tanner in Tanner's kitchen, a small gesture of normalcy during their chaotic lives. Tanner descended the stairs with Avery in his arms, handing her over to Liam before excusing himself to take a shower. The sound of his phone ringing incessantly cut through the noise of the water. Frustration mounting, Tanner finally stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his body, and walked into the bedroom to grab his phone. The messages waiting for him made his heart sink. Avla's texts flooded his screen, each one more urgent than the last. Yorgan had shown up at the hospital that morning, suspected of an overdose, and after being released from the ER, he made his way to the ICU and caused a scene. Though he fled before he could be apprehended, the incident left Avla shaken, warning Tanner of the danger now looming over pack land. But what truly sent a

Tanner awoke the following day to find the situation precisely as anticipated: Avery was curled up on his chest, fast asleep. Her hair was spread across his face, a nightly occurrence that seemed to defy his awareness. He pondered how she managed this stealthy migration every night without him noticing. Part of him wondered if, deep down, he allowed it because he, too, sought that closeness. Yet, he recognized the importance of setting boundaries, not just for Avery but for himself as well. The last thing he wanted was to mishandle the delicate balance of their relationship.Carefully not to wake her, Tanner extricated himself from under Avery and left her to sleep peacefully, wrapped in his bedding. He headed for Gideon's bathroom to shower, his thoughts inevitably drifting to Gideon, lying in a coma in the hospital, and Avla, who must be exhausted from the constant vigil. Tanner resolved that he needed to visit the hospital soon, despite the insistence from others that he remain on