The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320

10 Ben

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The urge to protect her gnaws at me relentlessly. After just one day here, my Beta instincts have kicked into overdrive. My wolf and I are certain Jeremiah is safe—for now. We know Jason and Tommy will watch over him and Rayna if anything goes wrong. Judging by the tense glances exchanged at the training grounds earlier and what I saw in her office, only her parents, Jax, and Dev truly have her back in this place. Everyone else seems to have their own agenda, and that fact infuriates me to no end.

“Beta instincts, my ass,” a voice grumbles inside me.

“Quiet,” I snap back. “The only thing I’m good for right now is being her Beta. She doesn’t want a mate any more than I do. The Goddess must have messed up this time.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” the voice teases.

Jax and Dev take the lead as we walk down yet another long, narrow hallway. Elara doesn’t stop them as they push open the door at the end. I hesitate in the doorway, unwilling to invade their space with my scent. The room is clearly theirs—personalized in a way I wouldn’t expect from warriors. To me, it looks more like a cozy apartment: a sitting area, a small dining space, a hallway likely leading to the bedroom and bathroom, and a large sliding glass door that dominates the back wall.

“You can come in. Being in our home won’t suddenly turn you gay,” Jax jokes with a laugh.

“I’m not worried about that,” I reply, “I just didn’t want to leave a new scent in your personal space.”

Dev nudges Elara playfully. “Look at you, being considerate. See? You should learn manners from your boy.”

“We?” Jax raises an eyebrow. “Are you sticking around then, tech boy?”

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“I’ll do whatever my alpha thinks is necessary.”

“What about our alpha and your m…” Elara slaps her hand over his mouth. He shoves her playfully, and suddenly they’re all at it—laughing, shouting, and jumping over the couch, racing around the tiny table. Their energy reminds me of the guys and Kennedy. My chest tightens painfully at the thought of her. The ache is so sharp I instinctively rub the spot over my heart, desperate to ease the pressure. I say nothing and quietly slip out of the stifling room.

For a few hours, I managed to forget she left, and the hollow space she left inside me. I make my way to the main floor, then out to one of the many cozy spaces behind the house designed for relaxing or entertaining. The cool evening air is a struggle to breathe in, but I sink into a chair and pull out my phone. Opening the photos app, I find the folder that holds my personal torment. I stare into those blue eyes—her eyes—smiling back at me. It was a random summer day, just hanging out by the pool. Her stunning body was on full display in a bikini and a pair of short shorts, but it was the look in her eyes that captured me: sultry, intense, and meant only for me. She gazed directly into the lens—into my soul.