The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379

Elara’s voice trembled slightly as she asked, “If you knew he hated the Luna, then why did you leave him alone with them?” Though she tried to sound strong, the sorrow underlying her words was unmistakable.

I sighed, feeling the weight of the question. “Because that’s exactly what we’d been doing for weeks. We organized patrols around the pack hospital, and Jeff was always part of those plans. Rick was almost always by her side. If he ever had to step away—even just to use the bathroom—he’d leave Jeff and me to watch over her. There’s a difference between hating someone and wanting them dead. We never suspected he’d go that far.” I paused, the memory stinging. “Rick and I were planning to hand over the pack to you once the Luna woke up. We had no reason to force a new team on you. He wanted you to have the freedom to choose who you wanted around you. Maybe he should have done it sooner. I don’t know if it would have changed anything, but I believe they’d both still be alive if he had.” My voice carried a hint of bitterness—an almost blaming tone that I quickly swallowed. Rick and Emilia were gone now, and I refused to let anyone cast blame on them.

Elara’s eyes searched mine. “Do you know anything more about the rogues? The attacks? The drugs? Any of the things we’ve been trying to figure out for months?” She didn’t mention the magic angle, and neither did I. I wasn’t sure if Rick or Elara had spoken about that discovery, and Elara didn’t correct me.

He nodded slowly. “The attacks were strategic. They wanted to see who would respond. They didn’t expect Rick to bring in help from Silver Crescent, but too many incidents required a stronger response.”

I frowned. “What do you mean? We only had two attacks before Dad called in Alpha James.”

Elara leaned forward in her chair, and I mirrored her, shifting my left leg so it rested just in front of her right knee—a silent gesture of solidarity, both to her and to him.

“There were nearly a dozen similar cases over the past five years,” he explained quietly. “Your father didn’t want to worry you. As much as he wanted you to be the next Alpha, you were still his little girl to protect. That contradiction was his undoing. So many things could be different if he had given you more insight.” I heard the chair creak beside me as Elara gripped the armrest tightly, white-knuckled. “The attack that brought Jeremiah, Ben, and their team here was a clear warning—to stop searching, to stop interfering. Before that, only one other kid was found, probably a new mule recruit who messed up. But the girl… she was different. She was your size, your weight, with red hair. They hung her between trees by her arms and legs, left to bleed out. I won’t go into the other horrors we uncovered about what was done to her here. Let’s just say, I like my furniture in one piece, but you get the picture.”

He frowned. “I never saw Jeff put them there. I can’t explain that. We all had our roles. I couldn’t tail Jeff and protect your parents at the same time.”

“And Sebastian?” I asked. “Where does he fit into all this?”

“He was as lost as you,” he said. “Jeff might act like a fool, but he’s smart and good at not getting caught. Sebastian was the one processing all the attacks, following leads. I’m sure Jeff sent him on more wild goose chases than you kids ever did.” He glanced to his right, and we both turned to see Sebastian standing at the edge of his porch, arms crossed, watching us expectantly. “Can he come over? Or do you want to keep forcing him to eavesdrop?”

Elara exhaled sharply, and I glanced sideways at her, waiting to see what she’d decide. I wasn’t going to offer my opinion here—this was deeply personal for all three of them.