All Chapters of THE LUNA WHO LEFT HER ALPHA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“But she hates me so much,” she whispered. Her voice cracked on the last word. “Every time I try to make peace she attacks me. First the push that broke my foot, then the slap in front of the entire tournament, and now this morning… I only walked out there to apologize. I thought if I swallowed my pride and said I was sorry for whatever I did to upset her, maybe she would stop. Instead she looked at me with so much hatred and then she hit me again.” A soft, shuddering inhale. “I don’t understand what I did to deserve this.”Leon’s jaw clenched hard enough that a muscle jumped beneath the skin. The memory of Corinne standing over Trisha blood already soaking through her own black training shirt, eyes flat and unrepentant burned through him like acid. The mate bond still throbbed in his chest, raw and angry and unwelcome, carrying the distant echo of Corinne’s pain. He shoved the sensation down with brutal force. Corinn

Corinne felt the burn of tears she refused to let fall. She blinked them back and nodded once.“Then help me get strong enough,” she said. “Strong enough for the ceremony. Strong enough for the rogues. Strong enough to look him in the eye when the bond finally breaks and not feel like I am losing anything worth keeping.”Percie rose to his feet in one smooth motion and held out a second vial this one smaller, the liquid inside a deep amber.“Drink. It will slow the bleeding and take the edge off the deeper bruises. Then we train. Not the sequences you already know. New ones. Holds that work against an Alpha’s strength. Ways to stay on your feet when someone larger and angrier wants you on the ground.” His gaze flicked once to the bandage, then back to her face. “And Corinne next time he puts his hands on you in anger, you do not have to face it alone. You call. I will come.”She took the vial. The glass was co

The pack house corridors had never felt so long.Leon carried Trisha as if she weighed nothing, one arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her back, her bandaged foot carefully angled away from any accidental contact with the walls. Her head rested against his shoulder, golden hair spilling over his arm in a soft cascade that caught the light of every wall sconce they passed. The scent of her honey, vanilla, and the faint metallic trace of the tonic the healer had given her wrapped around him with every step. It was familiar. Comforting. Uncomplicated in a way nothing about Corinne had been for days.He told himself he was only being a good Alpha.He told himself any ranking warrior who had been attacked twice in two days deserved this much care.He did not examine the way his wolf remained strangely quiet, or the way the mate bond in his chest felt thinner and more distant than it had even that morning.They entered the main hallway on the second floor

As evening rolled around, the gossip had legs of its own.From stunned whispers in the second-floor corridor with kitchen workers halted in mid-step, warriors in the middle of marching, a question hanging in the air posed by a seamstress to shocked silence had traveled down through the pack house like smoke filtering through floorboards, from the kitchens to the training yards, from there to the border patrols coming in for the shift change, and from the border patrols to the quiet section of the pack house where the elders’ rooms were located.By the time the sun started lowering itself to the treeline, the rumor had made it to the right ears.Elder Mara got the news first from her personal attendant, a quiet woman who had been with the old bloodlines for thirty years and who knew better than to embellish anything in the telling of it. Still, the tale that came was a damning one in its plainness:The Alpha carried Trisha through the main halls in front of the whole pack.The Luna had

Two warriors stood post there, more formal than usual. The moment they caught sight of Corinne their postures straightened. One of them stepped forward, expression carefully neutral.“Luna Corinne,” he said. “The senior elders request your presence in their private chamber immediately. I am to escort you directly.”The words settled over her like a change in the weather.Isla’s attention sharpened.Corinne did not look at Percie, but she felt him go still beside her. She kept her own voice even.“Do they.”“Yes, Luna. At once.”She could have refused. She could have demanded time to wash, to change, to gather herself. The old Corinne might have. The woman who had already died once simply nodded.“Lead the way.”Percie’s voice came low, meant only for her. “I can wait outside the chamber.”Corinne glanced at him then. In the fading light his gray eyes were steady, offering neither pity nor pressure only the same quiet readiness he had shown her all afternoon.“No,” she said softly. “Th