The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

100 – Kennedy

That damn woman—she was somehow involved in Alpha Ryan’s attack? The realization hits me like a lightning bolt, instantly erasing every ounce of fatigue and weariness clinging to my bones. She was the one responsible for putting Ryker’s parents in danger, all just so she could claim a pack for herself.

My heart pounds fiercely in my chest, each beat echoing louder than the last. My breaths come fast and shallow, but I force myself to stay composed. She grins at me, that maddening, unhinged smile she wears like a badge of pride. She thinks I’m terrified of her. How wrong she is. Inside, I’m trembling with rage and loathing, every fiber of my being screaming to lash out. But my hands are tied in my lap, the only barrier stopping me from strangling her right here and now.

The one thing that puzzles me is the “we” she kept mentioning. Who was she referring to? It couldn’t have been her mate—there’s no way he would have allowed her to manipulate him for ten years straight. What exactly did she mean by “we”?

I bring my hands up to my face, rubbing them roughly, probably smearing blood across my skin, but I don’t care anymore. I just need to extract whatever information she holds so I can relay it to Ryker when he arrives.

“How was Ryker’s pack supposed to belong to you if his father died?” I ask sharply, rolling my eyes in disbelief. “He would’ve just taken over, like he did after the accident. Your plan wasn’t thought through at all. You and whoever you’re working with aren’t exactly masterminds. Clearly, you weren’t born to lead a pack… even if you claim to have alpha blood.”

Her expression stiffens, and I can see the irritation flash in her eyes. She revels in hearing herself speak, so I keep pushing to get her riled up. “That alpha blood of yours must come from some distant relative, right? Is that your claim? Or maybe your dad was like the third son in a long line of bigger, better alphas, and this is your pathetic way of proving yourself?”

She strides over to me with a predatory confidence, grabbing the top of my head and yanking hard enough to pull out a few strands of hair. The sharp sting brings tears to my eyes.

“Listen here, you worthless human trash,” she spits, venom dripping from every word. “I’m an alpha’s daughter. That’s more than you can say for yourself.”

I push myself up slowly and edge toward the tent’s opening. In the distance, more shouting and screaming echo from multiple directions. I strain my ears, hoping to catch any cries of children. The men and women here have their reasons for being involved, but no child would ever choose this life willingly. I refuse to let any innocent get hurt because these people dared to attack my home.

Peering through a narrow crack in the tent’s flap, I check to see if anyone’s watching me. Satisfied that I’m not being observed, I step outside cautiously. With all the noise around, I don’t need to be quiet, but I remind myself that caution is never a bad thing.

“I was wondering when you’d figure out they didn’t bind your legs,” a voice suddenly says behind me, making me jump.

I whirl around to see Finn standing there, holding a half-melted bag of ice. My eyes shift from the ice in his hand up to his face, where pain is etched deeply into his features.

“Don’t worry,” he says softly, “I have no intention of hurting you.”