The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll meet you downstairs—Sebastian’s here,” I say quietly, nodding without meeting her gaze.

The door clicks shut behind her, and I immediately berate myself once more. It’s the same routine every single day. I still don’t understand what he wants from me, and our conversations never go beyond the bare minimum. I can’t tell if he’s giving me space out of respect or if he’s slowly pulling away. My wolf offers no clarity either. She’s restless, frustrated that we haven’t marked or mated with them yet. As Ben becomes more integrated into the pack, her territorial instincts flare up more fiercely. Every female who glances at him sparks a fierce protectiveness in her, like she wants to tear them apart.

I inhale deeply, trying to calm the storm inside me. We can get through this. We can endure a little longer. I have to. I need to shield my pack, to solve this mess on my own terms. Only when I’ve done that can I allow myself to have my mate.

Grabbing my thick, unruly auburn hair, I yank it into a ponytail. It’s coarse and stubbornly straight, leaving me with only a handful of styles that actually work. I let out a frustrated huff as I catch my reflection one last time before heading downstairs.

The packhouse has become a lively hub. The coven members have settled in comfortably, and some of my pack have started joining them. Mealtimes are bustling and sometimes a little overwhelming, but I’ve grown to love the noise and energy. I overhear excited chatter about training successes, children shouting about new discoveries in the woods we maintain for their play, and shopkeepers swapping stories about the rare tourists who wander through. I wonder why my parents never encouraged this kind of community gathering. It’s incredible, and I feel like I’m learning more about everyone now than I ever did visiting shops, schools, or training grounds one-on-one.

I spot Ben, Richard, and Sebastian seated across from two other men who must be Owen and Damon. I’ve met most of the coven, though there aren’t many of them. I mostly work alongside Brianna and Marietta.

I approach the table just as their conversation winds down. “…to warn Luna Sam, just in case he’s dealing with the same issue,” I catch the last fragment.

Curious, I take a seat next to Jax at the head of the rectangular table. “Who has the same problem with what?” I ask, drawing all their attention. Ben is the one who answers.

“I’m worried about Junior,” he explains. “He’s younger than me, and if this magic threat affects anyone under twenty or twenty-one, he could already be struggling with it—especially if it’s active on his territory.” He pauses, then continues, “We’ve been monitoring his patrols regularly, set up by Jason and me, but we haven’t seen or heard from Junior himself. That’s not necessarily alarming—he’s strong, smart, and has Luna Sam to guide him—but given the current situation…”

“Maybe he and I are on the same page about your mate. You don’t have to shut him out, you realize that, right?”

“I’m not shutting him out! He’s as much a part of this pack as I am. Didn’t you hear him giving directions and making plans that don’t even involve me? I know he’s good at this—that’s why he basically has free reign.”

“So why not mark him as your mate if he’s that trustworthy and valuable?”

“You know why.”

“Your ego might just get you both killed, you know that?”