The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295

My vision narrows sharply, and a wave of red floods my sight. Trembling with fury, I’m forced to pull the car over to avoid crashing. I’m painfully aware that my anger might be frightening her, especially now that she’s finally opening up about her past on her own. But the rage I feel over how those men treated her is overwhelming and uncontrollable.

“Hey, Finn. Look at me,” she says softly, her voice cutting through the storm of my thoughts. I’m lost in a dark spiral, imagining every way I’ll make those who survived Ryker’s attack pay for what they did to Greta’s pack. Suddenly, I sense movement beside me. Before I realize it, she’s sitting on my lap in the driver’s seat, her rough hands cradling my face gently.

“Finn, look at me. They’re all dead. Every single one of them. They were beaten, bloody, and burned. Please don’t let this consume you,” she pleads, her eyes searching mine for some sign of peace.

I blink, slowly wrapping my arms around her waist. She pulls me closer, and the calm that washes over me is anchored by her familiar scent and the warmth of her touch. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to hear that chapter of her history without feeling this fierce need to protect her.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the smooth skin at her clavicle. A different kind of heat spreads through me, one fueled by more than just anger.

“For what?” she asks, her voice tender. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I want to know everything about you, about your past, but I can’t listen to you being hurt without getting unbearably angry.” I kiss her again and again, trailing soft kisses over every inch of exposed skin beneath her tank top.

“And apparently… horny,” she giggles, the sound turning into a soft moan.

“Can you blame me?” I tease, my voice low and rough.

“Uh, no… not really,” she stammers, as I draw her hips closer. Once I start, I have no intention of stopping until she’s writhing above me.

“Well, the rogues came before, and then when we were in the woods, and now they’re back again. Did you catch them all, or do you have to leave again?” Trinity’s sharp mind is clear as ever.

“We’re done with them for now, alright? Did you get to see the new baby yet?” I try to change the subject, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Oh yes! She’s so tiny. I can’t hold her yet, but Peyton got to because she’s bigger and helped out,” Trinity beams.

As we climb the long staircase, I listen to a detailed play-by-play of the new baby’s arrival, the children’s excitement filling the air around us.