All Chapters of THE LUNA WHO LEFT HER ALPHA: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

He changed angles and entered deeper; Trisha made a loud, sharp cry filled with helplessness and real pleasure. Her inner muscles flapped and squeezed, and he knew the exact moment when her orgasm started to take hold, feeling how her body was starting to clamp down around him. He kept pushing her, taking what she could give him without showing any mercy, making short and rapid thrusts as the headboard started to make a rhythmic knocking sound against the wall.“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice darkening from dominance. “Let me feel your orgasm.”Trisha came apart with a scream of his name, her body convulsing wetly and rhythmically around him. The sight of her coming under him was enough to push Leon over the edge. He buried his face against her neck, making short, hard thrusts, trying to get his own release.Three distinct, deliberate knocks reverberated through the wooden door.Leon paused, mid-thrust, buried deep within her, each mu

Corinne swayed once, locked her knees again, and lifted her head. Blood had begun to trickle from her nose  a thin, bright line of the physical cost. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and looked at the elders with clear, exhausted eyes.“It is done,” she said. Her voice was hoarse, scraped raw by the force of the rejection. “The bond is rejected. Fully. Witnessed. I am no longer his.”Trisha’s triumphant expression had frozen. For the first time the carefully constructed mask slipped, revealing a flash of genuine shock and calculation. She had wanted Corinne diminished, isolated, preferably dead. She had not fully accounted for Corinne choosing to sever the last legal and spiritual claim herself, in front of the highest remaining authority in the pack.That was when Leon returned.He came through the doorway in human form, half-shifted still, blood  rogue and possibly his own spattered across his bare chest, arms,

Corinne’s vision snapped into focus in the icy clarity of the hunt. Her chest, which only an hour before held the bond to the mate she’d only just claimed, was an emptiness smoking with residual shock  a gap that was greater than herself, and yet the white wolf filled it now. Complete. Incandescent with rage. Unquestionably hers. The pain from reopening the old wound on her collarbone, the gashes slicing through her ribcage, the bruised thigh  all of it faded into a dim buzz. All that remained was survival.Kaen didn’t relent.He went for her again, hitting her with all the brutality of an assassin who was hired to kill for one purpose and nothing else; he wasn’t going to leave until his job was done. His claws struck the right side of her body, slashing down in three parallel slashes. They sliced through both the fabric of her clothes and her skin, creating wounds that started bleeding instantly. She fell to the ground, struggling to stay

The street around them was a ruin of mud, ash, blood, and the still-smoldering skeletons of houses. The great gray-brown body of Kaen lay where it had fallen, the hilt of Corinne’s blade still protruding from under his jaw. His one remaining eye was open and empty. The last of Trisha’s bargain had died with him in the dirt.Percie’s arm stayed locked hard around her waist. His own blood soaked the side of her tank top where she pressed against the deep gash along his ribs. Every breath he took was carefully controlled, but she could feel the fine tremor of pain and adrenaline running through him. Isla, still close to the surface, regarded the dark-haired warrior with something like grim approval.“You’re hit worse than you’re showing,” Corinne said. Her voice came out rough, scraped raw by smoke and the earlier force of the rejection.“So are you.” Percie’s gray eyes swept over the puncture wounds in her shoulder, the reopened collarbone, the claw marks across her ribs and thigh. “Can

Corinne leaned her head back against the cool stone and let the bitter tonic do its work. The hollow in her chest where the mate bond had once lived no longer felt like an open wound. It felt like space. Clean. Quiet. Hers. Isla occupied it without resistance, white fur brushing against the edges of Corinne’s mind in steady, watchful approval.Percie’s breathing had evened out beside her, but she could still feel the controlled tension in him the way he tracked every sound from the hallway, every shift of shadow beyond the archway. Even half-broken and bleeding, he remained a blade that had not yet been sheathed.“You’re still listening for her,” Corinne said quietly.“Yes.”“You think she’ll try to reach him before the elders do.”“I know she will.” Percie’s voice was low, scraped raw by smoke and the earlier fighting. “Soft words. Soft tears. The same performance she’s used for months. She’ll tell him Kaen lied with his dying breath. She’ll tell him she was only trying to protect th