The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360

“What, the guys who tied me up weren’t brave enough to question me themselves, so they sent some wh*re to try and tempt me?” I could see Jax and Dev shift uncomfortably at the same time as I released a subtle wave of my aura. It was just enough to make them feel the tension in the room, but not so overpowering that it would give me away completely. Still, I knew they wouldn’t let him use my gender as a weapon against me during this interrogation.

“I have zero intention of ‘tempting’ you,” I said, my voice thick with disgust. Honestly, he wasn’t even worth the effort to look at. He was scrawny for a wolf, clearly malnourished, with sallow skin and dirty brown hair that hung in greasy strands. His overall appearance was filthy and unkempt. He stood about my height—a trivial detail, but one that caught my eye nonetheless.

My wolf growled low in my mind, “He’s not Ben, so he’s not worth our time or attention.”

I nodded internally, trying to push away the distraction. “I know you think the world of Ben and his wolf, but remember, he’s got a thing for a blonde Barbie. So much so that he still keeps her picture on his phone months after finding his mate. Right now, he’s irrelevant. We have work to do.”

The way the man’s eyes roamed over me told me he knew exactly who I was—or at least that I was an Alpha. He seemed eager to meet his end quickly, hoping to avoid giving us any useful information.

“Let’s try another approach,” Jax said, stepping forward. “Why risk crossing three borders? You had nothing on you—no drugs, no supplies. Why not take the longer route? Save yourself the trouble.”

The man shrugged, a hiss escaping him as the silver cuffs shifted on his wrists. “Shortcuts are always better.”

Dev smirked, trying to provoke him. “So you spend a lot of time running? You’re pretty fast for someone with nowhere to be.”

“Meh, not really,” he replied, his tone dismissive. “Sometimes being fast is all the bosses need.” Then, abruptly, he went silent.

“So, you are a mule then,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“No, I’m a freelancer. Just passing through. I’m not your guy.”

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