The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288

34 – Finn

We were tangled in a chaotic mess of fur and snapping jaws. The foul odor of this rogue was so overwhelming it almost made me gag, but I refused to relent, sinking my teeth into him repeatedly. Although he moved quickly, his attacks were reckless and uncoordinated. His claws swiped wildly but never found their target because he was fueled by anger, not precision. My wolf pulled back, then lunged sideways, spinning around to clamp onto his flank. He tore into the muscle, and we were rewarded with a desperate howl as the rogue hit the ground, attempting to hobble away. My wolf wasn’t about to let that happen. He leapt onto the man’s back, teeth sinking into his throat again and again until the rogue finally collapsed, motionless.

Once my wolf detected the cessation of the pulse in the man’s neck, he released him, dropping the body to the earth. We immediately resumed our hunt for our mate. Around me, the sounds of battle echoed—growls, snarls, and the clash of claws. This group wasn’t foolish, but their plan remained unclear. They hadn’t broken through our defenses to penetrate deeper into Dark Moon territory. There were no demands, no threats, and no clear objective I could discern. Yet, despite the confusion, my instincts pulled me steadily toward Greta.

Suddenly, two grey wolves darted out from the shadows toward me. They looked barely past adolescence but carried no hint of hesitation. Instead, they radiated fury, as if driven by a burning vendetta. I kept them in my sight, watching as they circled, trying to intimidate me. Their reckless bravado gave me a moment’s respite from my previous skirmish. “Idiots,” I thought grimly.

I could hear another pair lurking in the brush to my left. Like the first two, they were poorly trained. If this was truly Janelle’s group, what was she thinking? Their lack of discipline was a death sentence for all of us. When Sammy and I were part of her rogue pack, training was rigorous. Not as strict as Dark Moon’s, but enough to keep us coordinated and alive in battle.

We charged at the first two smaller wolves, tearing the throat out of one and hurling his lifeless body into the other. It was a swift, brutal dance of teeth and claws. There was no time to restrain them—only to end this quickly and move on to her. Capturing was irrelevant when her safety was at stake.

The remaining two wolves sensed the sudden shift in my ferocity. The smaller of the two retreated slowly, but there was no escaping death this time. He would never again threaten our pack or any other. My wolf pounced, pinning him to the ground. The wolf turned his head submissively, silently begging for mercy. But we don’t need warriors who crumble at the first sign of defeat. We dispatched him swiftly and turned our attention to the female.

She lay sprawled over the male she had come with, likely his mate. She made no effort to defend herself anymore. I ignored her and fixed my gaze on the biggest wolf, who had been watching my every move with cold calculation.