All Chapters of My Alpha Buried the Wrong Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KAELThe clinic took six hours to send me a record that should have required six minutes.That delay concerned me more than I wanted to admit.I had requested the original chain-of-custody documents for Noah’s paternity test before sunrise. By midday, the clinic had sent two apologies, one incomplete summary, and a message claiming older transport records needed verification.When the full file finally arrived, I locked my office door.The result remained unchanged.Probability of biological paternity: 99.8 percent.I read it twice, then forced myself to ignore the conclusion and study how the samples had reached it.My blood had been collected at Blackridge by a visiting clinic officer. The time, seal number, and witness signature were present. Noah’s sample had been taken earlier under Selene’s authorization.I compared the dates.Nothing immediately appeared wrong.Then I followed the transport route.My sample had traveled directly from Blackridge to the inter-pack clinic. Noah’s

KAELI stopped accepting the word missing.Two guards had been assigned to the northern estate the night Elara died. Neither body was recovered from the ruins, yet for days their absence had been treated as another unanswered detail beneath the weight of the fire.I should have questioned it sooner.I ordered every duty record from the week before Elara’s confinement brought to my office. By midday, my desk was covered with guard schedules, patrol changes, leave requests, and sealed instructions.The first name was familiar.Tomas Reed.He had served Blackridge for nine years and was originally assigned to remain outside the estate. The second name was Garrick Holt.I frowned.Garrick had not appeared on the first duty schedule.I pulled the earlier copy closer. Tomas was listed beside another guard, Bren Vale. Yet on the final assignment sheet, Bren’s name had been removed and Garrick’s written in his place.The change occurred less than three hours before Elara left the pack house.

ELARABy morning, I had stopped asking whether Mara Fenwick survived.Not because I no longer cared. I cared enough that every unanswered question felt like another weight on my chest. But guilt would not bring her back, and returning to her house would only risk the scouts who had pulled me out.I had made one mistake I would not repeat.I had chased a person.People could be frightened, followed, threatened, or killed. Mara had hidden one document for years, yet the moment I reached her, men appeared at her door. Whether they had followed me or were already watching her, the result was the same.So I changed my method.“If witnesses can disappear,” I told Ronan, spreading old ledgers across the archive table, “I stop chasing witnesses.”He stood opposite me. “And chase what?”“Systems.”I placed Liora’s protection record beside the damaged Aurelis index. Each document carried numbers I had previously treated as ordinary filing marks.“Transfers need approval. Protection orders need

ELARA“I have seen this mark before.”Ronan looked up from the attacker’s credential, but I kept my eyes on the broken circle crossed by two short lines. The modern version was cleaner than the symbol beside Liora’s transfer, yet I knew it from somewhere else.Not Greyhaven.Blackridge.I pulled the credential closer. “It appeared on files during council meetings.”“What kind of files?”“That was the problem. I was rarely allowed to know.”The memory returned in pieces rather than one clear moment. I had sat beside Kael through years of council sessions, reviewing trade disputes, border complaints, disciplinary cases, and requests from neighboring packs. As Luna, I had access to most matters affecting Blackridge families.But sometimes a sealed folder arrived.The moment that mark appeared, ordinary discussion stopped.I remembered clerks collecting papers from the table before I could read them. Doors closed. Visiting officials remained while healers, advisers, and sometimes even sen

KAELI no longer trusted the first blood test.The report still lay inside my locked desk, its conclusion unchanged: Probability of biological paternity: 99.8 percent. Weeks ago, I had accepted those numbers because they came from a respected inter-pack clinic. Now I knew Cassian had requested expedited handling before the result reached me, and the technician who logged Noah’s sample had disappeared soon afterward.I would not make the same mistake twice.The second test was arranged without council approval.I chose a clinic beyond Blackridge’s eastern trade route, one with no regular contract with our pack. The healer came under the excuse of reviewing Noah’s recovery from the poisoning. Only my security keeper and two warriors I trusted knew her real purpose. Cassian was told nothing.Selene was not informed either.Noah sat beside me in a private treatment room while the healer prepared two collection kits. He watched the needle with the serious expression he used whenever he was