Semua Bab Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story: Bab 151 - Bab 160

FinleyThe heat starts exactly as Dr. Harrison predicted—forty-eight hours after our private mating ceremony, with a slow burn that builds from deep in my core until every nerve ending feels electrified. What she didn't adequately prepare me for was the intensity of experiencing it as a fully mated Alpha with two mates who are just as affected by the bond as I am."Finley," Dane's voice is rough with barely controlled need as he enters our bedroom carrying a tray of food neither of us will probably touch. "How are you feeling?""Like I'm burning from the inside out," I admit, my voice already breathless despite the fact that nothing has happened yet. "And like if you don't touch me soon, I might actually die.""That's the heat talking," Liam says gently, though I can see the strain in his expression as he fights his own response to my condition. "You're still recovering from surgery. We need to be careful.""Careful," I repeat with a laugh that sounds more desperate than amused. "Dr. H

FinleyBy the time the heat finally begins to ease, we're all exhausted, satisfied, and bonded in ways that go beyond anything I could have imagined. Every mark refreshed and deepened, every bond strengthened through our shared pleasure and whispered promises."Think that's the end of it?" Liam asks drowsily, his arm tightened around my waist as we lie tangled together in our bed."For now," I confirm, feeling the deep satisfaction that comes after a fully satisfying heat. "Though Dr. Harrison warned that my heats might be unpredictable for the first few cycles.""Meaning?" Dane prompts, though he sounds more curious than concerned."Meaning I might have spikes out of nowhere and jump your bones when you least expect it," I explain with a smile that probably looks entirely too satisfied. "Something about the trauma and the new bonds creating irregularities.""Terrible," Liam says with mock seriousness. "Having to spend several days locked in a room making love to our gorgeous mate. How

LiamI wake up to the sound of Finley cursing creatively in the bathroom, which means either she's encountered a spider or she's trying to do something complicated with her hair for today's inter-pack meeting. Given that it's barely dawn and she's been complaining about the formal nature of today's events, I'm betting on the hair."Need help?" I call softly, not wanting to wake Dane, who's still sprawled across three-quarters of our bed like he owns the place."Yes, but not with this," comes her frustrated reply. "I need help with the fact that Alpha Thompson apparently expects me to give a formal presentation about our 'innovative leadership structure' to a room full of traditionalists who still think female Alphas are a novelty."I slip out of bed and pad to the bathroom, where I find her wrestling with what appears to be an attempt at a sophisticated updo that's fighting back with impressive stubbornness."Here," I say, gently taking the brush from her hands. "Let me."There's somet

The dimension I've been trapped in for six months exists in a state of perpetual twilight—not quite day, not quite night, with a silver-gray sky that never changes and landscape that shifts when I'm not looking directly at it. Trees that were there moments ago vanish, replaced by rocky outcroppings or endless fields of grass that whisper secrets in languages I almost understand.But I'm alive. Against all odds, despite the dimensional collapse that should have scattered my atoms across multiple realities, I'm whole and conscious and desperately trying to find my way home.The hardest part isn't the isolation or the constantly shifting environment—it's the silence where my mate bond should be. In this place between worlds, I can't feel him. Can't sense whether he's alive or dead, grieving or moving on, enjoying life or drowning in the kind of pain that destroys people from the inside out.I have to believe he's alive. Because the alternative—imagining my strong, devoted mate broken by m

Rhett I sit up in bed with a gasp as I'm jolted out of my dream, my heart racing and her name on my lips like a prayer and a promise combined."Brynlee!"The sound echoes in the empty bedroom, bouncing off walls that haven't heard her laughter in six months. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, sweat cooling on my skin despite the early morning chill. The dream—if it was a dream—felt so real I can still taste her name on my tongue, still feel the phantom warmth of her presence reaching across impossible distances.My wolf, Kian, paces restlessly beneath my skin, agitated in a way I haven't felt since those first horrible days after she disappeared. He's been quiet lately, subdued by grief and the necessity of holding myself together for our daughter, Maya. But now he's alert, ears pricked forward like he's listening for something just beyond our ability to hear.She called to me. The certainty hits me like a physical blow. Not a dream, not wishful thinking born of six months o