The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371

39 – Elara

I’m struggling fiercely, clawing and fighting to make him release me. Honestly, I wouldn’t even mind if we both tumbled to the ground in the process. I just need his hands off me. The electric buzz his touch sends through me is oddly soothing, but my body doesn’t want that right now—my mind definitely doesn’t. He abandoned me when everything fell apart, left me to face the chaos alone. He doesn’t get to return now, playing the hero. I refuse to be a backup plan or a consolation prize.

The world spins wildly as I’m thrown into the air, but I don’t crash onto anything. His arms catch me with ease, steady and sure. I blink, and suddenly we’re standing in my bathroom.

“Alright, can you manage a shower on your own, or do I have to help you?” His voice is low, and he leans in, tightening his hold around my waist and thighs just a bit, adding a sharp edge to the moment.

“F*ck you,” I snap back, my voice fierce. “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do? I’m the Alpha of this pack.” The threat sounds hollow, even to me, as he cradles me effortlessly.

“Then act like it.” His growl is deep, and my breath catches in my throat. We’re almost nose to nose, and of all the things he could have said, those words cut the deepest. “You’re snapping at everyone, pushing people too hard without giving them a break. You’re playing right into the hands of whoever’s trying to take everything from you. Get in the shower. Clear your head. Then we’ll talk.” He slides me down his body slowly but never loosens his grip.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” The words escape as a quiet, defeated whisper. Now that he’s said it aloud, I can’t unhear it. I’m falling into the trap everyone expects of a female Alpha—burning out, breaking down. I know it. But I can’t seem to push past this fierce, burning need for revenge coursing through my veins for my parents.

“It’s not a choice, Elara. Now move, before I make you.” His hands squeeze my hips once more before he steps back, and I immediately miss the warmth of his touch. “Last chance to use your free will.” There’s a teasing laugh in his words, and I blink, caught off guard. I must have been spacing out, staring at him. Maybe I’m more exhausted than I thought.

I rub my face and move toward him. I feel the pull, and I want to resist, but I can’t. I’m too drained to fight the tug my wolf feels for him. “So, what am I supposed to do with this information?” I ask, my hands covering my face. Information means nothing if it’s not actionable.

“First, you’re going to sleep—and eat—so you can think clearly. Then we’ll check in with Tommy. He stayed behind in Dark Moon to work with the Elders, gathering intel on how to detect and fight the magic being used against us. Now that we know it’s magic, we can work on breaking down their wards and protections. That’s probably why we can’t scent anyone, why they vanish so fast.”

“I can’t sleep,” I whisper. My father’s cries of pain echo in my mind whenever I close my eyes.

“You can. You’re safe. I’m here now. Lay down and sleep.” He nods toward my bed from the couch, clearly not planning to move. The last time we were in this space together, he threw me around and gave me the best orgasms of my life. I was so utterly wrecked that I slept for six hours straight—only to wake and find him gone. I won’t admit it, but hearing my dad’s cries still wakes me up, and I’m afraid he’ll be gone too.