All Chapters of Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Finley"They're here," I announce as the convoy of vehicles approaches the compound, though everyone can probably hear the engines from half a mile away. Through our bond, I feel both Dane and Liam's nervous excitement mixing with my own—family meetings are always complicated, but family meetings involving mating arrangements take it to a whole new level."Breathe," Liam reminds me, his hand squeezing mine with the kind of casual affection that's become second nature over the past weeks. "My parents adore you. They've been hoping we'd figure our shit out since we were kids. This is going to be the least surprising news they've ever received.""It's not your family I'm worried about," I admit, watching as the lead vehicle—a sleek black SUV that screams Mountain Ridge formality—pulls up to the main entrance. "Your parents already think of me as family. But Dane's father...""Will adjust or deal with the consequences," Dane states with the kind of calm certainty that doesn't quite hide hi

Dane"I still can't believe you're actually going through with this," My oldest friend says, shaking his head as he hands me another drink. "A three-way mating ceremony in front of seven pack delegations. Your father must be having nightmares.""My father is adjusting," I reply with more confidence than I felt during dinner, though the family acceptance last night went better than expected. The Mountain Ridge contingent gathered in the private dining room represents a cross-section of my former life—pack warriors I trained with, colleagues who understood the political pressures of Alpha bloodlines, friends who've known me since childhood and are still processing the magnitude of my choices."But seriously," adds James, my old training partner, "how does it actually work? The three of you together? Because the logistics alone seem...""Use your imaginiation," I suggest with dry humor. "But don’t you dare picture my mate naked or I’ll kill you with my bare hands.""You could try," he sm

LiamI wake before dawn on the most important day of my life, nervous energy making sleep impossible despite yesterday's exhaustion. Through our bond, I can feel Finley stirring in her room—not the restless anxiety I expected, but calm anticipation that flows warmly through our connection."Today's the day," Dane says quietly from his position by the window, already dressed in the formal attire we chose for the ceremony."Today's the day," I agree, reaching for my own clothes with hands that shake slightly from excitement rather than nerves. "Hard to believe we're actually doing this—a public mating ceremony in front of seven pack delegations, formalizing the first triad mating in pack history.""Having second thoughts?" he asks with the kind of gentle teasing that's become natural between us."Only about whether I deserve her," I admit honestly, adjusting my suit jacket with more care than I usually give to my appearance. "Whether either of us deserves someone that incredible.""We do

Dane One minute I'm basking in the afterglow of our mating ceremony, feeling Finley's mark burning bright on my throat and her presence settling deep into my soul like she's always belonged there. The taste of her blood still lingers on my tongue, sweet and perfect, while our newly completed bond hums with contentment and joy. We did it—against all odds, all opposition, all the forces that tried to tear us apart—we're finally, permanently, irrevocably mated.The next minute, the sharp crack of a gunshot shatters everything.Time slows to a crawl as I watch the woman I love more than life itself crumple in Liam's arms, crimson spreading across the white silk of her wedding dress like spilled wine. Through our fresh bond, I feel her shock, her pain, her growing weakness as blood seeps from the wound in her chest."No," I breathe, the word torn from my throat as Summit roars to life beneath my skin. "NO!"I'm moving before conscious thought kicks in, dropping to my knees beside them as L

FinleyThe first thing I notice when consciousness slowly returns is the steady beeping of medical equipment and the antiseptic smell of the pack's medical center. The second thing I notice is the dull, persistent ache in my chest that makes breathing feel like work. The third thing I notice is the warm weight of two hands holding mine—one on each side of the bed."She's waking up," comes Liam's voice, soft but filled with relief so profound it makes my heart clench."Finally," Dane adds, his thumb stroking across my knuckles with infinite gentleness. "We were starting to worry you were going to sleep through your own recovery."I try to speak, but my throat feels like sandpaper. Dane immediately reaches for a cup of water, helping me take careful sips until I can manage words."How long?" I croak, my voice barely recognizable."Three days," Liam reports, his hand tightening around mine. "Three very long days of Dr. Harrison telling us you were stable while we watched you lie here like