The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

78 – Kennedy

I edged closer to Ryker, but not because I was scared. The sharp insult from that small man had pierced the air, and I could sense Ryker stiffen immediately. Those familiar barriers he’d built around himself snapped back into place, like an invisible fortress rising up. It had been a while since I’d seen him like this, but away from his pack, he must rely on these defenses as armor. I couldn’t reach him with my mind to ask what the problem was, and he wasn’t about to explain what made this guy such a thorn in his side. Still, I knew there was some history, some tension simmering beneath the surface. This encounter promised to be an intriguing battle of wills.

Ryker’s arm slid around my waist as we turned to face the unwelcome visitor. “Claude,” Ryker said, his voice low but sharp. “I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought events like this were beneath you.” His grip on me felt like a lifeline—or maybe a way to steady himself, to stop from snapping at this man right here, right now.

Claude was small for a male werewolf—not exactly short, but definitely thin and wiry. I’d never really seen a werewolf without muscle before; I’d always assumed their bodies were naturally powerful. Tommy, for example, was leaner than most, built like a runner, but still strong. Even Uncle James, in his forties, maintained an impressive fitness level, looking barely older than Jeremiah. But Claude looked fragile, almost sickly, like his body was fighting some unseen battle.

“I thought I’d check in on our young friend,” Claude said, voice laced with something threatening beneath the surface, “to see how his transition is going.” There was a warning there, subtle but unmistakable. It was clear we needed to watch over Rory carefully. Maybe Ryker already was. I didn’t know much about this kid—I hadn’t even met him yet—but the way Ryker’s body tensed told me Rory meant a lot to him. That was enough to ignite my protective instincts.

“Like any alpha stepping up to lead his pack,” Ryker replied with a shrug, his answer deliberately vague. “He’s doing what he needs to.”

Claude ignored Ryker and turned his gaze to me, blatantly scanning me from head to toe. But his eyes weren’t filled with desire or hunger; instead, it felt like he was trying to unsettle me. I wasn’t about to let that slide. This guy had another thing coming.

“Are you done?” I asked, my voice sweet but firm, gesturing down at myself. I was dressed in a cream-colored sweater dress that draped off one shoulder, paired with brown leggings and matching ankle boots. My hair was simply styled in a half-up, business-casual top knot. “I don’t think anyone’s ever taken this long to inspect my outfit.” His eyes snapped to mine, flashing with irritation. I wondered if he was one of those old-fashioned types who believed women should be seen and not heard—or maybe he thought I was insignificant because I was human. Whatever the reason, he was easily riled up, which was good to know.

I glanced up at Ryker. “We should go. I want to find Antonia and Rory before he disappears somewhere in the crowd.” I hoped my tone made it sound like I really knew them.

The dazzling smile Ryker gave me in return made enduring this clown worthwhile. I had a feeling Claude wasn’t finished with us yet, but for now, I could lead us away.

“Anything you want,” Ryker murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before guiding us away from the driveway and toward the house. But we hadn’t taken two steps before Claude spoke again.

“And the plot thickens,” I thought quietly.

We spent the next couple of hours mingling with other visiting alphas, lunas, and pack members who had stopped by. Ryker said little to anyone, his usual scowl firmly in place. No one seemed to expect more than a few words or a nod from him. I found myself wondering if my fierce, dominant alpha was actually a bit shy.

“So, when will Rory officially take over?” I asked after we finally found the birthday boy and settled at a table with some food.

“Really, he could take over anytime,” Ryker explained.

“He could have assumed full control whenever he wanted. Like me, he could have been a young alpha. The difference is I still have my dad to guide me when I hit a wall. Rory doesn’t have that kind of support. His mom’s great, but she was a warrior’s daughter, so her knowledge is limited. I’m treating Rory like he’s my son—still capable of running things, but I’m gradually giving him more control and responsibilities as he learns the role. That way, he can ask questions, make small mistakes, and learn from them. That’s how it will be when…”

He stopped abruptly and cleared his throat.