Semua Bab Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story: Bab 101 - Bab 110

LiamMountain Ridge territory feels like walking through someone else's memories. Everything here screams wealth, tradition, and rigid hierarchy in ways that make Storm restless beneath my skin. The perfectly maintained paths, the formal architecture visible even from a distance, the scent markers that establish clear territorial dominance—it's all so different from Glass Lake's casual efficiency or Forest Trails' welcoming openness."This way," Dane murmurs, leading me along a route that avoids the main approaches to the pack compound. "The archives are in the eastern wing, separate from residential areas. Fewer guards, but the security is... sophisticated."I follow him through shadows, hyper-aware of being on hostile territory despite our mission's importance. Every instinct tells me I don't belong here, that I'm trespassing on ground where my presence would normally be met with an immediate challenge. But Storm's desperate need to find our mate overrides the anxiety, keeping me foc

FinleyTime doesn't exist here.I know that sounds impossible, but it's the only way to describe this place where I've been... not living, not dying, just existing in a state that defies every natural law I thought I understood. The between-space shifts around me like a fever dream, walls that aren't walls stretching into distances that can't be measured, floors that feel solid one moment and insubstantial the next.When I first landed here—fell here, was pulled here—panic consumed me completely. Nova howled inside my consciousness, her wolf mind unable to process reality that operated by no rules we recognized. I spent what felt like hours or days running through corridors that led nowhere, calling out for help that never came, searching for exits that didn't exist.Now I've learned to be still. To breathe. To accept that this place operates by different laws entirely, responding not to physical force but to something deeper. Thought, maybe. Emotion. The fundamental energy that makes

Dane EarlierDawn breaks over Forest Trails as Liam and I return from Mountain Ridge, the ancient texts secured in my pack feeling heavier than their physical weight should allow. Every minute that passes is another minute Finley spends trapped in that empty space, another moment closer to whatever collapse Celina warned us about."Celina's going to want to examine these immediately," I say as we approach the compound, gesturing to the stolen archives. "The linking ritual described in the 1534 account—it's complex. We'll need time to prepare properly.""Time we might not have," Liam replies grimly, his exhaustion evident in the tight lines around his eyes. "That between-space is deteriorating. What if it collapses before we can attempt the projection?"The question haunts both of us, unspoken but constantly present. Not just the possibility of losing Finley, but losing her because we weren't fast enough, weren't prepared enough, weren't willing to take sufficient risks when they matte

LiamPresentThe between-space is nothing like I imagined during our preparation. It's not empty darkness or chaotic void, but something worse—reality that shifts based on thoughts and emotions, walls that exist only when you're not looking directly at them, distances that stretch or compress based on how desperately you want to reach your destination."This place is insane," I mutter, reaching for Finley's hand while maintaining my grip on Dane's. The physical connection between all three of us feels like the only stable element in this constantly shifting nightmare. "How have you survived here without losing your mind?""By focusing on you two," she admits, her honesty hitting me harder than the alien wrongness of our surroundings. "By holding onto what I know is real, what I know matters most, even when everything else tried to convince me it was an illusion."The simple confession makes Storm howl with recognition beneath my skin—not the desperate grief he's carried since she disap

FinleyThe between-space shifts around me as Dane and Liam's consciousness begins to fade back toward their physical forms, preparing for the final phase of our escape attempt. Being alone here again, even temporarily, sends a chill through me that has nothing to do with temperature. The silence feels deeper, more oppressive, now that I've experienced connection across the dimensional barrier.Nova whines deep in my consciousness, her wolf mind struggling with the isolation that follows their departure. She's been my constant companion through this ordeal, the one piece of myself that remained fully intact despite the alien wrongness of this place. Her presence has been an anchor to my own identity when everything else threatened to dissolve into the fluid madness of between-space reality.“Pack,” she insists through our internal connection, her simple wolf logic cutting through the complexity of our situation. “Mates came. Mates return. Pack stays together.”Her certainty strengthens