All Chapters of Alpha, I’m No Longer Your Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The bureau expanded its interview list.Members of the Alpha’s office were now required to answer questions.There would be no placing every decision at the feet of a single planning officer.For the first time, Darian understood something he had resisted even while watching the footage.Leah had not sought accountability only for Vera.His name was on that list, too.He went upstairs and opened their conversation again.His message still would not send.With an impatient movement, he set down his phone.Only then did he notice the white envelope on the nightstand.It lay exactly where he put his watch each evening.He opened it.Documents ending the marriage.Cancellation of their registered partnership.Termination of her status as Luna.Leah’s signature appeared on the last page. The strokes were slow and deliberate, but there were no corrections.Darian read the date.Then read it again.Their anniversary.He had forgotten.No. That was not the whole truth.On their anniversary, he

The abuse at Ironvale continued for months.Darian stored one recording after another.None reached Leah’s phone.Eventually, one of the enforcers could no longer remain silent.“Alpha,” he said carefully, “these recordings are evidence, too.”Darian looked at him.The man did not finish.But later, when investigators traced Vera’s transfer from Greyreef Island, the warning proved correct.Leah’s representative learned that the training facility existed.She did not conceal it for Darian.She relayed Leah’s instructions.“I have not authorized him to harm anyone in my name.”“Please preserve those records as well.”At the time, Darian had not yet seen that statement.He still believed Leah would eventually learn how much he had done for her.He had not understood that she had asked for accountability, not another room in which someone could be hurt without recourse.While he was creating those recordings, Leah was learning how to get through an ordinary day.On the day she arrived in A

A week later, Leah formally met Ronan beside a low step.His wheelchair had caught against the rise.He tried twice to get over it.Neither attempt worked.Leah stopped nearby.“Would you like some help?”He looked up.Then his gaze moved to her injured hand.“Would it hurt you?”The question surprised her.She considered the chair and the angle of the step.“You steer. I’ll steady the back.”“All right.”They worked together.He controlled the direction while she helped guide the chair over the obstruction.No one seized her wrist.No one demanded that she prove what her hand could still do.Once they were safely across, Ronan looked at her.“Thank you.”Nothing followed.No remark about how she should have been able to manage more.No assessment of whether she had tried hard enough.Later, she learned about his car accident.The immediate danger had passed, but his body still returned to it in response to certain sounds and movements.Some days, he could stand while holding a railing

The technical hearing took place remotely.Leah sat in front of her computer with the relevant documents arranged within reach.In her earlier submission, Vera had maintained that Leah neglected training after her marriage and caused the accidents herself.She did not know that investigators had recovered portions of the original files.The timestamps appeared on the shared screen.The point at which the records blamed Leah’s technique corresponded with Vera’s deletion of a risk warning.There was no shouting.No argument over who had loved whom.Leah asked two questions.“If I lacked the necessary skills, why did you keep assigning me the same kind of operation after every accident?”“And if I was qualified, why was every failure entered solely under my name?”On the other side of the call, the attorney representing family interests did not answer immediately.The reviewed records remained on the screen.The decision was published afterward.False professional findings against Leah we

Leah wanted to do more than prove she had not been destroyed.She wanted other people to see what life after leaving could actually look like.Not a single triumphant announcement.A day.An errand.An exercise she completed.Something she still needed help doing.She began making content plans, discussing partnerships, and learning which offers were worth accepting.She rejected proposals that required her to exaggerate her injuries or provoke outrage.One company offered a considerable sum for a livestream confrontation with Darian.Her reply was brief.“My life doesn’t depend on him appearing in it.”She kept working.Sometimes the work was tiring.Sometimes her hand would not cooperate, and a simple task took longer than expected.Those days belonged in her life, too.Unbroken Dawn did not require her to look invulnerable.Darian saw the videos.At first, it was not the other man beside her that unsettled him most.It was the glass of water.He remembered the first time her weakene