The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

“Amy—what the hell just happened? That’s what! She really did a number on your mate. If she’s not hiding by the time we get back, I swear I’ll tear her apart myself. That woman has stirred up more trouble since Kennedy showed up than Claude ever did after we took his pack.”

“We can’t just go around killing people because they’re rude,” I argued, trying to keep my voice steady.

“I don’t care! The moment we find Kennedy, Amy’s finished. Dead woman walking.”

My mind couldn’t form any coherent thoughts as we rushed through the house, weaving past frightened guests in the ballroom who were seeking refuge from the chaos outside. I followed Bennet up the stairs to Kennedy’s room, where he slammed his fist against the door until it came crashing off its hinges.

Without hesitation, Bennet began frantically searching the room, shouting Kennedy’s name with desperation. I joined in the search, scanning every corner, but she was nowhere to be found. Yet, her scent lingered—sweet and sharp, a mix of honey and spice. It was fresh, unmistakable. Unlike last time, when she deliberately made it impossible to track her, this trail was clear.

I followed the fragrance, which grew stronger as I approached the patio door. With a forceful push, I slid the door open, the glass cracking under the strain. Snow-covered footprints led away from the threshold.

“No!” I yelled, leaping over the railing without hesitation. We were only one floor above the main level, but I had no idea if she could handle the drop safely. My thoughts raced—did she run away on her own, or was she taken? What had Amy said to provoke this? Bennet’s reaction told me it wasn’t just some petty insult.

Bennet landed behind me, breathless. “Can you tell if she left willingly or if someone forced her?”

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as we searched, though it had only been about thirty minutes. For Kennedy, every second mattered. The bitter cold was unforgiving, and I was certain she hadn’t thought to bring extra layers.

“There!” My wolf howled, and I spotted her collapsed on the ground, shivering and weak.

We rushed over, and I gently lifted her into my arms. Her lips were tinged blue, her breathing shallow, but she was still alive. I rested her head against my shoulder, pressing her frail body close to my bare chest, hoping to transfer as much warmth as possible to her vital organs.

Holding her tightly, I summoned the pack doctor, Greta, along with Robin and anyone else who might help. Now, it was a race against time. I had to get Kennedy back home—safe and warm—before the cold claimed her completely.