Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Dane "Exile declaration stands," my father says, turning back to me with formal authority. "But Mountain Ridge acknowledges a potential external threat requiring our temporary cooperation."Translation: I'm still exiled, but he's not leaving me completely vulnerable while investigating the larger threat to allied packs. Political face-saving wrapped in tactical necessity—classic Alpha Parker strategy."Forest Trails appreciates Mountain Ridge's cooperation in addressing concerns that affect all territories," Alpha Bennett responds diplomatically. "Joint investigation of this specialist and his connection to recent supernatural events serves everyone's interests."As the leaders begin establishing parameters for this unexpected alliance, Aria approaches me, her expression a complex mixture of emotions."That couldn't have been easy," I say quietly, genuinely appreciative of her intervention despite our complicated history. "Going against your father's representative, potentially compro

Liam "Overwhelming responsibility is a Stone family tradition," Aunt Trista, Finley’s mom, says dryly. She and my mother have decided now is a good time to gang up on me. "Why do you think your brother takes everything so seriously?""I thought that was just Kaden being Kaden," I reply with a half-smile."Speaking of your brother," Mom interjects, "he requested you join him in the armory once your morning practice concluded. Something about specialized weapons for tomorrow night."The reminder of our impending deadline—less than thirty-six hours until the Night of Seven Stars—sends a fresh wave of anxiety through me that makes the candle flame surge alarmingly before I manage to steady my emotions."I should go find him," I say, carefully extinguishing the flame with a focused thought rather than blowing it out. Small victory, but I'll take it."One more thing," Mom says as I turn to leave. "About Finley..."I freeze, not sure I'm ready for whatever motherly wisdom (or warning) is com

Finley "The final ritual will require perfect synchronization," Celina explains, arranging crystal markers in a triangular formation around the clearing. "Foundation, connection, catalyst—each bloodline fulfilling its specific function within the triad pattern."I nod like I totally understand what she's talking about, though the reality is that none of us has any idea what we're doing. We're basically cosmic toddlers trying to perform brain surgery based on vague ancestral memories and cryptic witch instructions."And this practice run will help us... how exactly?" I ask, watching Brynlee set up additional protective wards around the perimeter."Think of it as a dress rehearsal," Celina replies, placing the final crystal at the apex of the triangle. "Today we establish the harmonic resonance between your three bloodlines, create the energetic pathway the full ritual will follow tomorrow night.""Harmonic resonance," I repeat skeptically. "Is that something we'll actually feel, or ano

Finley "Where exactly did you study blood oath magic, Ms. Valen?" Dane asks conversationally, though I can feel the agitation beneath his casual tone. "Such specialized knowledge is rare these days.""Ancient traditions preserved through dedicated lineages," she replies vaguely. "My credentials were thoroughly verified by Silver Creek leadership before this assignment.""Leadership currently showing signs of compromised decision-making," Dane counters smoothly. "According to Aria Blackwood's own assessment of her father's condition since returning from northeastern territories with certain... artifacts."Ms. Valen's composure cracks slightly at this reference—not much, barely noticeable without our enhanced perception, but through the triad connection, her reaction registers like an alarm bell. Knowledge she shouldn't have, concern about information being shared between packs that should be operating independently, calculation about how to proceed."I believe we've established enough

DaneSecurity protocols have tripled since we returned to Forest Trails. Ms. Valen's unexpected appearance at what was supposed to be a secure location has everyone on edge, especially since her "companions" are still being contained somewhere on Forest Trails territory. I can practically feel the tension humming through the pack bonds as we move through the compound, warriors positioned at every junction with silver verification equipment at the ready."I want hourly reports on the Silver Creek delegation," Finley instructs the security team as we enter the main hall. "And I want Ms. Valen under constant surveillance. If she so much as twitches wrong, I want to know about it."The warriors nod, already moving to implement her orders. Even in crisis mode—or perhaps especially then—Finley's natural command presence is something to behold. Summit stirs appreciatively beneath my skin, pride flowing through our bond at her strength."I'll coordinate with the perimeter teams," I offer, auto