The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 423

80 - Elara

Ben steps in front of me and quickens our pace. Jason sounded urgent when he mindlinked us. We would be faster in our wolf forms, but we don’t know what we are getting into, he didn’t give any other details, so we both instinctively head to the SUV. It’s fully stocked with clothes and emergency food after yesterday. He didn’t say anything about being injured or having an injured person with him, but I would reather be prepared. The storm the witch caused to trap us in the cave has settled over the whole pack now. This feels like a norma winter snow, but who knows at this point. Everything we have come up against has had it’s own tint of magic.

I know Ben will never say it out loud, but the summons makes him happy. I felt the rush of warmth or comfort; maybe familiarity. There is something about being able to talk to his longtime friend through their link again that is making this warm wave ebb and flow along our bond. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

I have never been the cuddly type, but my body and brain are at war as I sit in the passenger seat. I want to reach out an hold Ben’s arm. I may have made fun of him for being handsy, but he isn’t the only one who craves the contact. It’s like I’ve opened a door that can’t be closed again.

“You can touch me, you know that right?” Ben huffs a laugh.

I jump at his words. “What?” I blink, looking at the side of his face.

“I can hear the gears in your mind working. I’m surprised there isn’t smoke coming out of your ears.” He smiles, not taking his eyes off the road. “Don’t get me started with the signals you are sending through the bond. If you want to touch me, you don’t have to ask. I don’t think there will ever be a time I will tell you no.”

I nod, and slide my hand across the center console, tentatively wrapping my fingers around his bicep. It dawns on me that I have never done this. I have always allowed the man I am with to hold me, take my hand, lead me; but I have never initiated the contact. Huh. I study my hand as it caresses the ridges and valleys of muscle. I shift so my other hand can trace the corded muscle of his forearm. I jump again when he flexes suddenly. He gets a wicked half smile.

“I very much enjoy that, but you are going to have to stop, we are almost to Jeremiah. It does beg the question; have you thought about my idea for the packhouse?”

“I have,” I say sitting straight in my seat, not breaking the connection by intertwining our hands. “But we are going to have to table the thought for now. I see Jason, and, is that two people with him?” I lean towards the dash and point to the right of the SUV as he slows to a stop.

“What the f*ck?!” He mutters.

There are two people kneeling, each bound to their own tree. I can see one is a male and one is a female, but I can’t make out facial features. They both have their heads bowed. I can see Jason sitting a few yards away, his back to us, a small fire burning in front of him.

Ben parks and we both step out cautiously.

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