The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370

The drive usually took me an hour, but today I managed to cut it down to about forty-five minutes. During the trip, I kept my phone glued to my ear, making as many calls as I could squeeze in. I needed to reach my girl—my girl. Saying it aloud didn’t feel as strange as it once did. Maybe I was starting to accept it. Now, my mission was clear: convince her that she belonged to me and reassure her that I had no intention of stripping her of her title, no matter what nonsense the fools around her were spouting.

“At least you made it in the end,” a familiar voice teased from the passenger seat.

“Shut up, asshole,” I snapped back, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You love Kennedy just as much as I do.”

“I was never in love with her,” he replied smoothly. “But enough talk—move it. The closer we get, the more I can feel the tension radiating off our mate. She’s suffering.”

I knew she’d need time to accept me as her mate, and a whole lot of convincing. But before I could even begin that, we had a bigger problem to solve: the rogue and witch situation. If that wasn’t handled, she wouldn’t even consider listening to anything I had to say.

We pulled up in front of her packhouse. I barely had the car in park before I was out the door, sprinting inside. The heavy weight of unease was thick in the air—I could feel it pressing down on me.

I dashed toward the source of raised voices near the Alpha’s office.

“No! I won’t eat a thing until you show me,” a desperate voice cried out. What the hell was going on?

“But Alpha, I made it myself, just like always. There’s no one else here,” came the frantic reply. This wasn’t normal.

“Elara, what’s happening?” I asked, stepping through the doorway.

Melanie looked wrecked—her face pale, dark purple circles shadowing her eyes, a clear sign she hadn’t slept in days. She’d lost weight too, her body trembling as she shrank back from Elara, who was a whirlwind of panic and fury at her father’s desk. There was an aggressive energy radiating from Elara, almost tangible. I wasn’t sure if she was aware of it, but it was hurting Melanie.

“Mel… Melanie, look at me,” I urged gently. The omega turned slowly, clearly afraid to take her eyes off Elara. “When was the last time she ate?”

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