The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310

They both chuckle at us, and Jeremiah’s mindlink cuts through with a confident, “Challenge accepted.”

By the time we settle down for dinner, the only people present in the room are the omegas attending to us. There’s no sign of Alpha David, Luna Margaret, or their daughter anywhere. That absence stokes a fire of irritation within me. I despise the pretentiousness of deliberately arriving late, especially when it’s my own Alpha who caused the delay. Yet, I can’t be entirely angry—maybe this is partly on us. My emotions feel scattered lately, more so than usual. Since Kennedy left, I’ve been quick to snap, but this feels different, deeper somehow.

Just as that thought crosses my mind, the door at the far end of the dining room swings open. Entering together are a stunning woman and a commanding Alpha whose aura I can sense even from here. Both wear smiles that seem genuine.

Alpha David appears genuinely pleased to see us. Judging by the grandeur of his packhouse, I’d have expected irritation for wasting his time, but instead, he looks welcoming.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” Alpha David says warmly. “I know the timing isn’t ideal, especially since you’ve just found your mate, Jeremiah, but it’s unavoidable. We need to understand exactly what we’re dealing with.” He strides over, shaking Jeremiah’s hand firmly before pressing a kiss to the back of Rayna’s hand, which makes her giggle softly.

After the introductions, Jeremiah raises a brow. “I thought we were meeting with your daughter as well?”

“Oh dear, I’m so glad you could finally join us,” her mother says with a sharp edge of sarcasm, clearly displeased by her daughter’s tardiness but unwilling to call her out outright.

“Alpha Jeremiah, Luna Rayna, Beta Ben, Gamma Jason, and Delta Tommy,” Luna Margaret announces, listing off titles with practiced ease, “let me introduce you to our daughter, the future alpha, Elara.”

Elara smiles, stepping fully into the room. Two large warriors flank her closely, one on each side. So that’s why she was late—escorted by these imposing guards. My lungs feel tight, and I struggle to steady my breathing. My wolf growls low in my chest, restless and uneasy. I take another deep breath, exhaling slowly, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She blinks once, then turns, heading to the seat beside her mother, completely ignoring me. How did she manage to dismiss me so thoroughly while I remained frozen in her gaze? What just happened here?