All Chapters of Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

FinleyDawn is still hours away, but sleep remains elusive. I stand at my cabin window, watching the compound's night patrol make their rounds while my mind refuses to quiet. Tomorrow's mission should be my only focus—the reconnaissance of the ritual site, the intelligence gathering, the safety of all involved warriors.Instead, my thoughts keep circling back to the two wolves who have complicated my life beyond recognition.Liam's words at the training ground replay in my mind: "I've regretted that night every day since." Two years of silence, two years of avoiding Glass Lake, of rebuilding my life around his absence—and now he claims regret? Now that Dane has made his choice public?And Dane—his declaration still echoes through Forest Trails, the gossip traveling faster than formal reports. His defiance of his Alpha, his rejection of the Silver Creek alliance, his public claim of me as his mate. Grand gestures that should mean something, that would mean something if he hadn't lied to

Dane The pre-dawn air carries a chill that has nothing to do with temperature. I finish my self-assigned perimeter check, noting with approval the disciplined positioning of the Forest Trails sentries. Alpha Bennett runs a tight operation—efficient without being rigid, secure without being oppressive. His leadership style has clearly influenced Finley's own approach, though she brings a natural adaptability that traditionalists like my father would consider weakness.They're wrong, of course. Her blend of strength and flexibility is exactly what modern pack leadership requires. Something my father, with his unyielding adherence to hierarchy and protocol, has never understood.My phone vibrates again—the seventh call from Mountain Ridge since midnight. Not my father this time, but Adam, his head enforcer and my former mentor. I consider ignoring it like the others, but Adam deserves better. He supported my training when others doubted, defended my appointment as enforcer when critics c

FinleyThe eastern sky barely hints at dawn as I finish securing my tactical vest, double-checking each pocket for essential supplies. Communication devices, silver-edged blades, protective charms Celina prepared—all precisely where they need to be for quick access. The ritual of preparation steadies me, focusing my thoughts on the mission rather than the complicated tangle of emotions surrounding the men I'll be working with today."All teams report readiness," Dad says, approaching with the final mission coordinates displayed on his tablet. His expression is Alpha-neutral, but I catch the underlying concern he can't quite hide from me. "Perimeter defense is at maximum. Rhett will coordinate from the command center in your absence.""We've got this," I assure him, accepting the tablet and scanning the updated information. "Simple reconnaissance. We'll be back before nightfall.""Nothing about this situation is simple," he counters, lowering his voice. I suppress a sigh. The last thin

Finley"Finley," Dane's voice comes again, tension now evident beneath his controlled tone. "Your position is becoming compromised. The circle they're creating will surround the central team if completed.""Agreed," Liam adds immediately. "Western team prepared to create a distraction for extraction if needed."Their coordinated concern—rivals in all else suddenly united in protecting me—would be touching under different circumstances. Right now, it just complicates my tactical assessment."Negative on extraction," I decide after quick consideration. "We still need to document the complete pattern. Five more minutes for data collection, then controlled withdrawal."The reluctance on their ends is palpable, but neither challenges my decision directly. They understand the mission parameters even when instinct pushes against them."Central team, tighten formation," I instruct my warriors, who respond with immediate precision. "Defensive perimeter while Tara completes documentation."The e

Liam As the teams disperse to complete equipment return and security protocols, the three of us follow Alpha Bennett toward the secure wing in silence. The professional distance feels both necessary and somehow false after what we experienced at the ritual site. After being named as connected parts of something larger than our individual pack roles.First of three. Second of three. Third of three. The triad awakens.Inside the secure wing, Celina already waits with various magical implements arranged on the central table. Her expression is grave as she examines the recording equipment Tara hands over, her fingers hovering above it without touching as she assesses the magical residue clinging to its surfaces."Powerful remnants," she observes, her voice tight with concentration. "The recording itself may be contaminated with influence effects. We'll need purification before viewing.""How long?" Alpha Bennett asks, practical as always."Twenty minutes for basic cleansing," she estimate