All Chapters of Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Finley"His temperature's still rising," I tell Celina, pressing a cold cloth to Liam's forehead. His skin burns beneath my touch, unnaturally hot even for a wolf's naturally elevated body temperature. The wounds across his chest have turned an alarming shade of black at the edges, dark veins spreading outward like poisonous roots seeking deeper soil.The witch examines the progression with supernatural focus, her fingers hovering just above the damaged tissue. "The containment spell is slowing it, but not stopping it. This isn't ordinary venom.""Can you help him?" My voice remains steady despite the fear clawing at my insides. Nova whines anxiously, distressed by Storm's weakening presence.Celina's expression is grave as she meets my eyes. "The poison is targeting his human side directly, trying to separate it from his wolf. If we don't stabilize it soon..."She doesn't finish the sentence. She doesn't need to. I've seen what happens when a wolf's nature fractures. It’s rare, but it

DaneThe energy from the ritual still pulses through my veins as I make my way to Alpha Bennett's office. That moment of connection—Finley, Liam, and me forming a perfect circuit of power—has left Summit restless and contemplative. It felt right in a way I'm not prepared to examine too closely.But I don't have the luxury of dwelling on it. Not with what I discovered in the Mountain Ridge archives. Not with what's coming.Alpha Bennett looks up as I enter, the strain of recent days evident in the new lines around his eyes. "Enforcer Parker. Welcome back. I understand we have you to thank for assisting with Liam's healing."I don’t miss the way he takes every opportunity to use my current title to demean me the same way my father deos by insisting I work fro him. Assholes, both of them. Though now, with Finley in the picture, I’m no longer sure Alpha is a role I’m destined for. "I did what was necessary," I reply, standing at formal attention. "But that's not why I'm here."His express

Dane Suddenly, my decision solidifies and I feel a perfect peace settle over me. I know what I have to do. What I should have done weeks ago, when I first recognized Finley as my mate. What I've been too cowardly, too bound by obligation, to admit even to myself."There will be no announcement ceremony tomorrow," I say, my voice carrying clearly to everyone gathered.Aria's perfect composure slips, confusion creasing her brow. "What?""I cannot and will not proceed with the arranged mating," I continue, addressing not just Aria but the gathered wolves, and by extension, my father. "I respect Silver Creek and the alliance our packs have built. But I cannot enter a mating bond that contradicts the Moon Goddess's will.""You can't be serious," Aria hisses under her breath. "This arrangement has been years in development. Both our packs have invested everything in this alliance.""I am entirely serious." I maintain steady eye contact, owing her that much respect. "And I apologize for the

Finley"They're trying to release the Void Walkers? Using our blood?" Liam asks, falling easily back into our earlier discussion despite his obvious desire to talk about “us.”"The three of us specifically," I confirm, gratefully taking the out. "Our bloodlines apparently connect to the original sealing somehow. Bennett, Stone, Parker. Three aspects of power that, when combined correctly, either reinforce the prison or break it.""Which explains why they're targeting us individually. And why Celina needed both you and Parker for the healing ritual." His gaze drops briefly to his chest where the wounds are still visible beneath his thin t-shirt. "I don't remember much of that, but I felt... something. When the three of us were connected."The memory of that perfect triangular energy circuit sends warmth through me that I try to suppress. "Our bloodlines recognizing each other.""More than that." His eyes meet mine directly now, all pretense of casual conversation gone. "It felt right, F

LiamThe medical staff finally clears me for full duty, though I can still feel the lingering effects of the Skinwalker's poison. My chest bears the silver-edged scars that won't fully fade, even with wolf healing. A permanent reminder of how close I came to dying.And of who saved me.I adjust the tactical vest, wincing slightly as it presses against the still-tender wounds. The command center bustles with activity as all three packs prepare for tomorrow's reconnaissance mission to the ritual site. Maps spread across tables, equipment being checked and distributed, warriors receiving assignments.Through it all, I find my attention repeatedly drawn to Finley.She stands with her father and Rhett, reviewing patrol patterns with the focused intensity that comes so naturally to her. Even exhausted, even under pressure, she radiates a quiet authority that makes Storm stir with approval. With something deeper than approval.And to think just two years ago, I dismissed as if she were nothin