Semua Bab Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story: Bab 131 - Bab 140

LiamWatching Finley walk into the testing arena alone feels like every protective instinct I possess is being flayed alive. Through our enhanced bond, I can feel her determination mixed with carefully controlled anxiety, her absolute resolve to prove herself warring with the natural desire for support that we can't provide."This is torture," I mutter to Dane, who stands rigid beside me in the observers' section. "Feeling everything she's experiencing but being forced to watch without helping.""The point entirely," he replies grimly, his diplomatic training allowing him to recognize political theater when he sees it. "Ward designed these restrictions specifically to isolate her from her support network, to make the trials as difficult as possible for her. She might as well be a lone gladiator, fighting lions in the Colosseum. Let the games begin."Around us, the assembled witnesses represent a cross-section of pack politics that makes my stomach clench with worry. Not just Forest Tra

FinleyThe hunting trial is supposed to begin at dawn, but the emergency alarm that shatters the pre-dawn quiet makes it immediately clear that any formal testing is about to take a backseat to whatever this new crisis is. Through our enhanced bond, I feel both Dane and Liam jolting awake in their separate quarters—utlimately, as much as I hated the idea, we'd agreed to spend the night apart to avoid any suggestion that they were coaching me before the trial. Damn Dane and his logic. Dimensional breach, comes the urgent message through pack communications. Eastern boundary, multiple casualties, immediate Alpha response required.My blood turns to ice as I recognize the terminology. Not just any emergency, but the kind of supernatural crisis we thought we'd resolved permanently when we sealed the dimensional barriers. The kind of threat that could destroy the entire pack if not handled immediately and effectively.I'm dressed and moving before I’m even fully awake, Nova surging forward

FinleyAfter holding back for so long, it’s like a damn breaking—careful touches become more deliberate, gentle kisses deepen into something more urgent, the kind of physical connection we've been building toward through weeks of emotional healing and rebuilding trust.It’s more than just a release for our accumulated tension, though that's definitely part of it. It’s a celebration of what we've survived together, affirmation of what we've chosen to build, physical expression of a love that’s overcome every obstacle that tried to tear us apart.The next kiss is Dane’s, soft and questioning, his hands cupping my jaw while his tongue presses lightly against my lower lip. But it’s Liam’s hands on my hips, drawing me back, that grounds me in the moment, his hold both gentle and possessive. My body is everywhere at once: tongue meeting Dane’s, hips flush against Liam’s thighs, the wind cold on my bare skin where their hands have already started peeling away my clothes. We’re half-dressed,

DaneThe council chamber falls into stunned silence as Rhett enters, his appearance shocking everyone present. He's lost weight since Brynlee's death, his clothes hanging loose on a frame that grief has hollowed out, but there's something in his posture that suggests inner strength rather than defeat. Not the broken wolf we've seen in the medical wing, but someone who's found purpose despite his devastating loss.Through our bond, I feel Finley's immediate emotional response—relief that her brother is upright and functional, concern about what could motivate his first public appearance since the tragedy, and underneath it all, love so profound it makes my chest ache in sympathy."Councilors," Rhett addresses the assembly with formal courtesy that masks whatever emotion is driving his unexpected appearance. "Thank you for convening on short notice. I realize my... absence from pack affairs has been noted, but I’ve come to realize that recent events require clarification that only I can

Liam"I can't believe we're actually doing this," I say, grinning as I watch Finley pore over ceremony logistics with the kind of intense focus she usually reserves for tactical planning. "Two weeks ago you were convinced you didn't deserve happiness, and now you're planning the most elaborate mating ceremony in pack history.""It's not elaborate," she protests, though the stack of planning documents on her desk suggests otherwise. "It's... thorough. There's a difference.""Babe," Dane says from his position behind her chair, his hands resting on her shoulders in a casual gesture that would have been impossible weeks ago, "you have color-coordinated seating charts for seven different packs. That's elaborate.""Those seating charts prevent political incidents," she argues, but she's smiling as she says it, the happiness radiating through our bond making Storm practically purr with satisfaction. "Do you want Alpha Morrison sitting next to Alpha Chen after their territory dispute last yea