The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305

2-Ben

It had been several months since any word came from Kennedy. Her calls had been rare and infrequent since she left, only a handful in total, but the silence lately felt unbearable. Deep inside, I sensed something was terribly wrong. The emptiness in my chest had grown heavier over the past weeks, and now with the cold grip of winter settling in, that weight pressed down on me like a suffocating fog. There was an unsettling feeling gnawing at me, something I could almost taste — raw and unmistakable.

WHAM!

“Damn, man! You okay?” Jason’s voice rang out, laced with teasing amusement. “You do realize you’re supposed to defend yourself, right?”

“Shut up.” I snapped, springing to my feet and bracing myself, ready to take him down this time.

“Let. Her. Go!” he growled, punctuating each word with a strike I barely managed to dodge. “She’s not yours anymore.”

That hit me like a punch to the gut. Rage and adrenaline surged through my veins, blurring everything else. I launched myself at him, fists flying, kicks following, each blow a release for the dread and heartbreak Kennedy’s absence had left behind. “That’s it! There’s our Beta! I knew you still had it in you,” Jason cheered, his voice full of encouragement.

I knew he was right. The truth was there, buried beneath layers of pain and denial. I just needed to lock it away, to stop letting her shadow show on my face. Without a word, I turned and left the gym, not daring to glance back. I was painfully aware that my friends had been watching me all along, waiting for the storm inside me to finally break. I had thought I was better at hiding it, but if Jason was giving me grief, I was clearly fooling no one.

After a long, hot shower and a quick change, I headed out to meet my dad. We had to discuss patrols for Jeremiah’s upcoming trip to a neighboring pack. Tensions had been rising along the Black Claw borders, and Alpha Rick wanted Jeremiah’s take on the situation. Alpha James had already met with him, and they both agreed to give Jeremiah a chance to hear the concerns and work through the problem before all three of them convened. Since Jeremiah was still in transition, and the threat wasn’t immediate but steadily growing, it made sense to approach it cautiously.

I was grateful for the distraction. As long as I stayed busy, delivering results, no one could pry into how I was really doing. Everyone knew I was struggling with Kennedy’s absence, but I had no desire to talk about it. Forgetting her, moving on—it all seemed impossible right now. Their gentle prodding to open up only made my temper flare. On my worst days, I escaped to the gym, pounding the heavy bag until I could think of nothing else.

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