The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405

62 – Ben

We made our way into the kitchen, where she chatted casually, as if this was just another ordinary day. Together, we gathered a generous amount of food—not only for ourselves but also for the other warriors, the two witches residing in the basement, and anyone else who might need sustenance. Our arms were piled high with provisions by the time we headed back downstairs. When we reached the cage room, the door was ajar, and there sat Junior, slumped and disheveled in the storage nook. Though he looked worn and beaten, he was alive—breathing steadily and fully conscious as I approached him. It took him a long moment before he met my gaze when I crouched down in front of him. His eyes were heavy with sadness and worry.

“What the hell happened, man?” he asked, voice low and raw. “I was out on a run like any other day, and then… nothing. I don’t remember a thing after that. Next thing I know, I wake up locked in a cage with my own pack, surrounded by strangers chanting and throwing things at me.” His tone dropped to a whisper, vulnerable and youthful. “Tell me, what happened? What the hell happened, man?” His eyes locked onto mine, desperate for answers only I might have.

I glanced over at Owen and Damon, silently asking, “What did you find?” The tension in the room was palpable; everyone seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for an explanation.

Owen produced a large, gleaming stone and handed it to me. The moment I touched it, a sharp itch spread across my hand, forcing me to recoil and hand it back as if it were burning me. Owen seemed to anticipate my reaction, staying close and flipping the stone over to reveal a familiar sigil etched into its surface. It was the same mark we had seen on all the Shadow Markers, but with several additional strokes, more intricate and ominous.

Damon’s voice cut through the silence. “This isn’t good. It’s specific—and it was wedged right in the center of the ceiling above Junior’s head.” He turned to Luna Sam. “Is this the only cell you have for detaining someone, or are there more?”

Sam straightened, her posture firm. “This is the only one. Our pack is small; we don’t have a need for more cages in the packhouse.”

I turned to Luna Sam for support. She stepped forward and placed a steady hand on Gwen’s shoulder. “Now is not the time,” she said calmly. “I trust Ben’s judgment—he has come to our aid more times than we could have hoped. These witches are our guests. They freed your alpha from a trance that held him captive for nearly a month. Don’t let your anger cloud your judgment. Not all witches are bad, just as not all wolves are good. We will get to the bottom of this, but you must keep your emotions in check.” She nodded toward Owen and Damon, who returned the gesture with quiet understanding.

Though the tension lingered, the group allowed us to pass. We helped Junior up to his room, where his friends refused to leave his side, which I welcomed. Luna Sam gave strict orders for checks every thirty minutes, even if there was nothing new to report. The rest of us returned to the office. As we rounded the stairs, I spotted Jason standing in the doorway. The sight of him immediately eased the weight on my shoulders. He nodded at me as I passed and gave my shoulder a reassuring pat.

We all followed Luna Sam into her office. She took a seat at her desk, and Sebastian closed the door behind us. The sound of the latch clicking into place made Luna Sam look each of us in the eye. “All right,” she began, “I want to know exactly what’s going on. We all deserve a full explanation for why the Beta, Delta, and former Beta of the Black Claw Pack, the Delta of the Blue Crescent Pack, and two witches—who just happen to know that our Alpha is under some kind of possession and how to fix it—arrived here just in the nick of time.” Her words immediately had us standing at attention, ready to report like the soldiers we were.