All Chapters of In Search of Liberation: Luna In name Only: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

“But Jason is no different from me. What makes you think he will be better?”Patrick’s voice cracked as he said it, not with strength, not with challenge, but with something thin and panicked, like a man realising too late that the ground beneath him was not stone, but glass. The crowd felt it instantly. The wolves of Range, who once bowed from reflex, shifted uncomfortably. The older ones didn’t move much, but their eyes sharpened, judgement settling in. The young ones who had admired him, who had once called his name like he was a story they wanted to live, looked away as if his shame might splash on them.Michelle didn’t flinch, but her hands tightened at her sides.Jason did not answer Patrick.He stood on the opposite side of the arena floor, hands at his sides, shoulders squared, attention fixed entirely on Michelle.Her.She stood near the council’s banner, chin high, the wind catching her hair and dragging it back like a crown’s veil. Her eyes were locked on him, steady, shini

The arena was still.Dust hung in the morning air like breath paused between heartbeats. Wolves, pack members, elders, council observers , all frozen in that stunned silence that follows the collapse of something old and the rise of something new.Patrick still stood half-shifted , Echo trembling beneath his skin, ashamed, exhausted, defeated.Jason shifted first.The fur receded. Bone reformed. Skin smoothed. Midnight gave way to the man , tall, bare-chested, skin streaked with blood, muscles cut like iron and shadow. His eyes were still wolfgold, burning.Michelle watched him like someone who had survived winter and was seeing spring for the very first time.Then she moved.She didn’t run , she walked , slow, deliberate, sovereign. The pack’s eyes followed her as if she were gravity itself.Jason met her halfway.Their breaths were still rough from battle. Their bodies still alive with adrenaline. Their hearts , too full, too fast.Michelle looked up at him, voice barely a whis

Patrick’s house on the outskirts was a small, low-roofed thing, not poor, but painfully ordinary compared to the Alpha residence he once commanded. It sat at the end of a narrow dirt road, fenced in with wire that leaned in places, the roof patched with mismatched sheets that never quite stopped dripping when it rained. Nothing about it announced power. Nothing about it warned strangers to mind their tone.No polished floors. No grand windows. No servants padding quietly through hallways. No quiet. Just noise. Constant, blistering noise.Rhonda was screaming again. “You think you’re special?” she spat, hair wild, eyes sharp as broken glass. “At least I didn’t crawl here pretending to be Luna, ”A baby wailed from the corner, tiny fists clenched, face blotched red. Another child cried in the hallway, frightened by the familiar storm.Rebecca threw a cup at her. It shattered against the wall. “Oh please. You think he loves you? He doesn’t love any of us. He only tolerated you be

Thank you for taking this journey with me.I wrote this book to shine a light on the real danger of domestic violence, not to frighten you, but to remind you that love should never hurt, control, or break you.No matter who you are, man or woman, you are important. You are precious. And you do not deserve to stay in a place where you are being harmed, diminished, or made to feel small. If the person you’re with cannot value you, please remember this: your life is not meant to be lived in survival mode. There is safety out there. There is peace out there. And yes, there are people who will love you with kindness and respect.But above all, choose yourself. Love yourself. Appreciate yourself. Speak life into your heart every day and remind yourself: I am worthy. I deserve better. I deserve to be safe.Thank you for being brave enough to read this story to the very end. I hope it entertained you, but more importantly, I hope it left you with a message that stays with you, one that coul