All Chapters of Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

BrynleeI wake before dawn to the sound of my cell door opening, my heart already racing with the knowledge that today begins Dr. Gorian's comprehensive testing program. Through the mate bond, I can sense Rhett's presence somewhere far to the south—awake, agitated, probably pacing our kitchen while Maya sleeps upstairs.Miss you, Naya whimpers, pressing against my consciousness with desperate longing. Need mate. Need pack. Need home."I know, girl," I whisper. "We're going to get through this. We're going to get back to them."Two technicians enter my cell, their movements efficient and professional. Behind them, Dr. Gorian carries his ever-present tablet and wears the kind of expression that suggests he's genuinely excited about whatever procedures he has planned."Good morning, Mrs. Bennett," he says with false courtesy. "I trust you slept well?"I didn't sleep at all, actually. I spent the night alternating between worry about today's tests and desperate attempts to connect with Rhe

RhettThe house feels wrong without her.It's been three days since they took Brynlee, and I'm sitting at our kitchen table surrounded by laptops, legal documents, and contact lists for affected families across twelve states. Dr. Chen and Harper have been coordinating media outreach while Raymond handles the legal framework for challenging federal overreach. On paper, we're building something that could actually force change.But all I can think about is how Brynlee used to sit in the chair across from me, planning our days over morning coffee while Maya chattered about school projects.Empty, Kian whines, pressing against my consciousness with grief that feels like a physical wound. Pack is broken. Territory is wrong without mate.It’s almost worse, losing her again after just getting her back. My wolf doesn't understand legal strategies or media campaigns. He understands that our pregnant mate has been taken by people who mean her harm, and every instinct is screaming to hunt them do

Brynlee Day four begins with Dr. Gorian's smile, which has become the most terrifying sight in my rapidly shrinking world. He enters my cell flanked by technicians carrying equipment I've learned to fear—cameras, speakers, monitoring devices designed to measure my psychological destruction in real time."Good morning, Brynlee," he says with false warmth. "Today we're conducting advanced stress response evaluations. I think you'll find them quite... illuminating."What does he mean by that exactly? The way he says it suggests today's torture will be more sophisticated than yesterday's crude audio and visual manipulation."I don't consent to any of this," I tell him, though I know consent isn't a factor he concerns himself with."Your consent was provided by law when you were classified as a potential threat," Dr. Gorian replies smoothly. "Today's evaluations will help us understand how dimensional exposure affects family attachment stability."Suddenly his meaning becomes crystal clear

RhettThe conference room at Dr. Chen's law office buzzes with quiet desperation disguised as professional coordination. Twelve families are represented around a table, each carrying the hollow-eyed exhaustion that comes from loving someone who's been taken beyond their reach."The legal challenges are proceeding," Raymond reports, consulting his laptop. "We've filed emergency injunctions in six federal districts, demanding disclosure of facility locations and research protocols."Two weeks into Brynlee's captivity, and we're still talking about paperwork while she's being subjected to whatever research Dr. Gorian considers essential."How long before we see results?" asks Maria Santos, whose husband was taken three weeks ago from their home in Texas."Weeks, possibly months," Dr. Chen admits. "Federal agencies are claiming national security exemptions for most of our information requests."I watch the faces around the table absorb this news—the same crushing realization I've been figh

BrynleeI wake to Dr. Gorian's voice echoing through the speakers in my cell, but the words take several seconds to penetrate the fog that's become my constant companion."Good morning, Brynlee. I trust you've had time to process yesterday's revelations about your family's... adjustment to your absence."Yesterday's revelations. The footage of Rhett and Maya with the woman named Susan, building a life that no longer includes me. My mind skitters away from the memories like touching a hot stove.But was it real? The question has been circling through my thoughts since yesterday, growing weaker each time I ask it. Does it matter if it was real? The pain feels real. The abandonment feels real. The crushing understanding that I was more replaceable than I thought feels devastatingly real."Today's evaluation will be different," Dr. Gorian continues through the speakers. "More... interactive. Please prepare yourself for transport to the medical wing."More interactive. The casual way he say