All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Human Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*Lilah*The flower wilts on my windowsill.I've kept it there for three days now, watching it slowly curl in on itself. The girl who gave it to me—Tomas's niece—doesn't know that her small gesture has become an anchor. This is a reminder that some good exists here, beneath all the danger and politics.But it also reminds me of everything I left behind.I sit by the window, staring out at the forest, and let myself think about them.Naomi. Bella.Did the letter reach them? Did Cassian's contact actually deliver it, or did it disappear into some pack security protocol I don't understand?Are they worried? Angry? Have they moved on, assuming I abandoned them?The guilt sits heavy in my chest, familiar and sharp.I promised myself I'd protect them by staying away by not dragging them into this world. But the longer I'm here, the more I wonder if silence is protection or just another kind of abandonment.A knock pulls me from my spiral."Come in," I call, not moving from the window.Cassia

*Lilah*I don't sleep.The guest quarters they've given Naomi and Bella are two doors down from mine—close enough that I can hear Naomi's muffled voice through the walls, still ranting about "horse-sized wolves" and "cryptic cult leaders."By morning, I'm exhausted and wired in equal measure.I find them in the small sitting room attached to their quarters, Bella curled in a chair with a cup of something steaming, Naomi pacing like a caged animal.The moment I step through the door, Naomi spins."You," she says, jabbing a finger at me. "Sit. Talk. Now.""Good morning to you too.""Don't 'good morning' me, Lilah Hart." She crosses the room in three strides and grabs me in another crushing hug—then pulls back and smacks my shoulder. Hard."Ow!""You vanish for weeks. You send one cryptic text that tells me nothing. And now there are actual wolves?" She smacks me again. "We're talking about this. All of it. No more vague bullshit."Bella sets down her cup and rises, crossing to wrap her

Bella*The corridor is quieter than she expects. The hum of voices from the main hall fades with each step. Footfalls seem loud here, even in her thin socks.She follows Lilah’s directions around a corner, down a short flight of stairs, and out into what must once have been a garden. The sky above is a deepening blue, streaked with the last light of the evening. Bella wraps her arms around herself anyway. The air smells different here—damp earth, pine, and faint smoke. And something else. Something wild.She hears the door open behind her.“Sorry,” she says quickly, assuming it’s Lilah. “I just needed—”“It’s fine.”Not Lilah.The voice is low, rough‑edged. She turns.Leo stands a few paces away, hands in his pockets, shoulders broad enough to block half the doorway. He looks… out of place in the gentle twilight. Too big. Too dangerous. Like a predator accidentally wandering into a playground.She swallows. “I—sorry,” she repeats. “Am I… not supposed to be out here?”“It’s allowed,”

He looks at me fully now. “Until I’m certain they won’t talk about what they’ve seen here. Until I’m certain they understand the danger—for themselves and for us—if they do… they stay on pack land.”My heart drops, cold and fast. “You can’t just keep them.”“I can’t just let them walk back into their world full of hunters and cameras and gossip and hope they don’t slip,” he says. His voice doesn’t rise, but something hardens in it. “You’ve seen what some packs do to humans who know too much. What do some humans do to us. I won’t risk that.”“They came here for me,” I say. “They didn’t ask for this, any of it. You don’t get to turn their loyalty into a sentence.”“If I wanted them punished, they’d be in a cell,” he says evenly. “They’re not. They’re in a guest room, under my protection, with access to food, safety, and training if they want it. I’m not your old landlord, Lilah. I don’t trap people for sport.”It still feels like a trap.“What if they want to go?” I ask. The words taste

*Lilah*Naomi is waiting for me in the hallway.She’s leaned against the wall outside the guest room, arms crossed, one foot braced like she’s been there long enough to memorize every knot in the floorboards. Bella hovers just behind her, worry written in the tight set of her mouth.Naomi straightens the second she sees me. “Well?” she demands. “Did he try anything? Do I need to learn how to hot‑wire a monster truck?”I’m tired down to the bone. I'm tired of explaining. Tired of existing as everyone’s problem to solve.“Not here,” I say. “Come on.”Inside, the room smells like cheap soap and wolf—clean sheets and the faint trace of Leo’s and Cassian’s scents from earlier. We shut the door. Naomi flips the lock with unnecessary force, like Ronan might barge in at any second.I sit on the edge of the nearest bed. My legs feel like they’re made of wet sand.“Talk,” Naomi says, dropping onto the other mattress. Bella perches beside me, close but not crowding.“It was… political theater,”