The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 336

Chapter 336

18 – Ben

Luna Sam’s expression was one of utter defeat, her shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world pressed down on her. Elara, on the other hand, prowled restlessly like a wild animal trapped in a cage, her pacing sharp and anxious. Junior sat frozen, stunned by the gravity of what we’d just uncovered. Around the room, our warriors stood silently, each absorbed in their own thoughts, while I felt numb—emotionally paralyzed. It was the only way I could remain steady without breaking something in frustration. Outside, the storm still raged fiercely, trapping us indoors for the time being. Once it abated, we’d be able to move again.

I had already updated my Alpha and Jeremiah on everything we’d learned today, and Elara had done the same with her father. It turned out that all the alphas were aware of the situation, though none had been forthcoming until now.

Perhaps it was because we’d been so consumed with training and school, or maybe we’d simply been oblivious to the darker currents swirling beneath the surface, but it was shocking to realize that drug overdoses among teenage wolves, while rare, were not unheard of. Someone had discovered how to combine human recreational drugs with certain herbs that triggered euphoric effects in us, much like they do in humans. The problem was that these herbs suppressed our natural healing abilities, allowing the drugs to take hold. If the concoction was off—if too many suppressive herbs were included—the wolf could overdose, leading to the devastating consequences Luna Sam had witnessed firsthand.

I never imagined wolves could even take drugs, let alone experience their effects. The realization made me feel foolish and uninformed. How were we supposed to lead when we were blind to such dangers? Elara and Jeremiah shared my anger when the alphas confirmed the drug problem. It was a trend that waxed and waned, but now it was spiraling out of control, and no one could find the source. They’d managed to eliminate a few dealers, but the crisis persisted. We needed to identify the head of the snake and sever it.

“Okay, walk me through this again,” Elara broke the heavy silence, her voice sharp with urgency. “Who stands to gain the most if multiple packs are wiped out by these drugs?” Her restlessness was evident in every movement—she needed to act, to do something. None of us could sleep; the weight of the situation was too heavy. We might as well stay together and hash it out.

“That’s the tricky part,” Luna Sam replied, rubbing her face wearily with her hands—the first sign of exhaustion I’d seen from her. “Different groups have different motives. The witches would expand their territory. They think humans and wolves have too much already. Vampires would lose the control we exert over them if we were weakened. The fae tend to keep to themselves and avoid other species, but even they have vulnerabilities when it comes to humans. It would be advantageous if we were out of the picture. The common thread, in my mind, is humans.”

I cleared my throat, my voice rough and low from disuse. “What about us?”

Heads turned sharply toward me.

Elara echoed, “What about us?”

I pressed on, needing answers no one else dared to ask. “Who benefits the most if all three of our packs are taken out? Which group, pack, or Alpha gains the most from this?”

The room fell silent as everyone exchanged uneasy glances. Luna Sam’s face flickered with something unspoken, but she remained silent.

“It’s late. You all need rest if we’re traveling tomorrow. Get some sleep,” she finally said, dismissing us.

As dawn’s light filtered through the window, we silently agreed to stop pretending we were rested. We rose and began to prepare for the day, still avoiding any conversation. We took turns in the bathroom, each of us lingering longer than necessary, then paced the bedroom restlessly. The tension was suffocating. Because we’d fled in a hurry, we hadn’t brought anything to distract ourselves—no phones, no books, no devices.

When the silence became unbearable, I stepped to the door and slipped out without looking back. I needed space or I was going to lose it.

An omega had set out breakfast, and I grabbed a sandwich before stepping onto the porch. The storm hadn’t been as fierce as I’d feared—mostly wind whipping the snow into a frenzy, creating the illusion of a blizzard. The snow was wet and already melting in places. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen weather quite like this before.

Then a thought struck me—Luna Sam had mentioned witches. Could they be behind this strange storm?

I swallowed my sandwich in two quick bites and headed back inside, finally feeling like I could take action.

“Luna Sam!” I called out.