The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 359

Chapter 359

32 – Elara

“I want one of these bastards alive! They’re not slipping away this time—I need answers!” I bark into the comms, my voice sharp and urgent as I rally my team.

For the past hour, we’ve been hot on the trail of this rogue group, chasing them relentlessly. We tore through Junior’s territory without pause, pushing into the neutral zone. I suspect they hoped we’d halt at the borders, but they badly miscalculated. I reached out to Junior, and his pack quickly joined us. Together, we just barely missed capturing one of the five rogues we’re tracking. They managed to injure him, though, and that’s where Junior’s focus is locked. Meanwhile, my attention is fixed on the one leading the retreat. How the hell are they moving so fast? As an Alpha, even on a bad day and while transitioning, I should be able to outrun them.

“Got him!” Junior’s voice crackles through the link, and I immediately pass the news to my team.

“Do we push forward for the leader, or settle for what we’ve caught?” I ask, linking Junior, Jax, and Dev.

Junior’s reply is blunt. “I want that asshole, but we can’t afford to waste energy.”

“I’m with you. We’re already too deep into enemy territory. What if this is just a distraction?” my warriors add their voices.

“We’ve got a truck en route. Regroup with us, and we’ll get you home so you can rest,” Junior offers. Over the last few months, he’s really stepped up. He’s shaping into a remarkable leader.

“I want to speak to this prick before we head back,” I insist.

“Then he’s yours. He just crossed my land. But I’d like to know how he knows the terrain so well. If you can get that answer before tearing him apart, I’d appreciate it,” Junior replies with a dry edge.

“What about your parents?” Dev asks, breaking the tense silence.

“I linked Richard. He can be an ass to me, but he’s loyal to my dad. I have to trust him to keep them safe. I need you guys here now,” I admit, the weight of responsibility pressing down. We’re stretched thin, and my trust in many people has eroded. It’s isolating and exhausting. Honestly, I’m starting to agree with Ben—this is exactly what these rogues want.

The rogue is shoved into a chair in the center of a cold, concrete room. It feels like something out of a mafia movie—there’s a drain embedded in the floor’s center and a table pushed against a side wall, positioned so the interrogator sits closest to the only door.

For now, I leave his blindfold on. If Junior wants his eyes, we’ll take them. This is Jaxon’s favorite part.

“Alright, let’s start simple. What pack are you from?” I ask quietly. His scent confirms he’s a rogue; pack wolves carry a distinct aroma tied to their Alpha, which helps us identify friend from foe, especially when everyone can shift shapes.