All Chapters of In Search of Liberation: Luna In name Only: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning light crept through the thin curtains, soft and cold against the walls. Jason stood by the kitchen counter, staring at the frying pan as eggs hissed quietly in the oil. He wasn’t hungry. The motion of cooking was just something to keep his hands busy while his mind wandered. Every thought circled back to Michelle, and the call from the Ace Pack that still echoed in his head.He didn’t regret hiding it from Patrick, but it sat heavy on his conscience. Michelle had no idea how much danger she’d put them both in, and if she made another attempt to leave, he knew it wouldn’t just be her who paid the price. Patrick’s punishment for betrayal was merciless.He plated the food slowly and exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. He had to talk to her, not to expose her, but to warn her, to make her understand that her actions could destroy them both.Jason carried the tray into the living room, where Michelle sat curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her. The televis

Michelle woke up late in the night. The television had long gone dark, the room bathed in the pale blue haze of moonlight seeping through the curtains. Her neck ached from lying awkwardly on the couch, and her legs were stiff. She blinked slowly, disoriented for a moment before realising she had fallen asleep there again, alone.The house was quiet. The kind of silence that didn’t comfort but suffocated.She got up, rubbing her temples, and walked toward the guest room, the room that was now her bedroom. The air inside was cold, and the bed was untouched. Jason wasn’t there. She frowned and checked the second guest room too, though she already knew what she would find. Empty.He hadn’t come home.Michelle stood in the hallway for a moment, staring at the closed door, her heart heavy. She didn’t need to guess where he was. Jason hadn’t been with his girlfriend for several nights, ever since Patrick left, and she knew what that kind of restraint did to a man.He must have gone to her. T

Jason left Victoria’s house just as dawn began to dull the horizon. The city was still half-asleep, draped in that quiet, deceptive calm that always came before something ugly. He promised Victoria he’d make it up to her, though his words had felt hollow even to him. There was no part of his life left untouched by chaos. By the time he turned into Patrick’s driveway, the familiar dread had already started crawling beneath his skin. Patrick’s car was parked where it always was, black and gleaming like a predator waiting in silence. Jason frowned. The Alpha was home. That wasn’t good. He’d expected to find the house empty. He climbed out, every sense alert. The moment he approached the door, he heard it, the voice. Patrick’s voice. Loud, venomous, laced with rage. “You fucking whore! I have warned you!” Jason froze. The words hit like a slap, echoing off the corridor walls. He didn’t need to guess who Patrick was talking to. Michelle. His chest tightened. He turned the handle

Jason went back inside and stood frozen in the hallway for a long moment, his chest heaving. The air still carried Patrick’s scent, strong, oppressive, like burnt metal and dominance. But beneath it was something else: the sharp tang of blood.He followed it.The guest room door hung open. The curtains had been half-torn down in the struggle, and the morning light cut through the space like a blade. It landed on Michelle, who sat on the edge of the bed, barely conscious, her face turned away from the brightness as though it burned her.“Michelle,” Jason said softly.She didn’t respond. Her body was hunched, trembling, her shoulders drawn tight as if trying to make herself smaller. The silver cuffs were still biting into her wrists, the wounds raw and wet. Her hair was a tangled mess, the pin that once held it up now half lodged in the carpet.Jason crossed the room in two strides. He crouched in front of her, ignoring the pounding of his own heart. “Hey. Look at me.”When she finally

The day passed in uneasy silence, the kind that pressed against the walls and filled every corner of the house.Jason watched Michelle, trying not to make her feel cornered, yet unable to stop himself from studying her every movement.The tension in her shoulders never eased. She still flinched at sudden sounds, her eyes darting instinctively toward the door each time a car passed outside.Fear clung to her like a shadow, faint but ever-present, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.He meant what he’d said. He wasn’t going to let Patrick touch her again, not while he was still breathing. The thought alone sent a dangerous heat crawling beneath his skin.But as the minutes dragged into hours, his mind kept circling back to the moment when he’d offered to help her clean her wrist. The hesitation. The flicker of shame in her eyes before she’d gently pulled away.It had gutted him in a way he couldn’t explain. He’d seen warriors bleed out without blinking, but that quiet recoil from he