The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384

47 – Ben

I wish I had more clarity, more concrete answers to hold onto, but all I get is this disembodied voice that only deepens the mystery. If I were the kind to gamble, I’d bet that the witch lurking somewhere nearby is eavesdropping and enjoying our confusion. But I’m not one to take risks without a sure win.

I notice Elara tense beside me as the phantom voice speaks again. Without hesitation, I slide my arm around her waist—not to confine her or make her feel trapped, but because the unknown surrounding us makes me crave her presence. Holding her close feels like a shield against the uncertainty pressing in on us.

Gently drawing her back against my chest, I call out, “Briana? My name is Ben. Alpha James sent me here. He said you might be able to help us with the drug problem plaguing our pack.”

The heavy silence that follows is almost suffocating. I sense Jax and Dev shifting on either side of me, ready for whatever might come next. They’re sharp, quick to read the tension in the air. Despite being told Briana is friendly, I’m not about to let my guard down and get caught off guard like a rookie.

“If you tell your guards to stand down, I will lower my wards,” the voice offers again, though I can’t pinpoint its origin.

Elara’s voice is steady but firm. “Why don’t you keep your wards up, but show yourself? No offense, but we’re done with magic being used against us in the dark. I want to see who I’m dealing with before I lower my defenses.”

Throughout, she stays connected to me, her eyes flashing a mix of impatience and determination. I know she’s not in the mood for games—and honestly, I can’t blame her irritation on anyone but myself.

Usually, when Elara asserts herself or takes command, she steps away to claim her space. But right now, with her pressed close, I feel stronger, more alert. Maybe she feels it too.

“I have not harmed your pups, nor do I intend to,” the voice replies, “but I do hold some of the answers you seek.”

“That’s a good start,” Elara responds, her patience thinning. “But I’d prefer to speak to a face, if you don’t mind.” I can sense her frustration growing through our bond—if this witch keeps toying with us, I’m afraid Elara might just walk away.

“As you wish, Alpha,” the voice concedes.

“Well, at least she got the title right,” I mutter under my breath, scanning every direction. The voice seems to come from everywhere at once, as if the very trees around us are speaking.

“You’re not far off, Ben,” the voice says crisply to my left. Suddenly, I notice a shimmer before the largest tree in the clearing. A tall, slender woman steps out, her form blending seamlessly from the rough bark.

Her face is young, but carries the weight of deep knowledge. Chocolate brown hair flows down her back, nearly grazing her knees. I wonder if witches age like werewolves or fae—slowly, almost timelessly. Briana looks to be in her late twenties, yet something about her suggests she’s lived far longer than that.

“Elara’s right again,” I think, surprised to realize Briana is responding to my thoughts.

“So, you have telepathy too?” I ask aloud.

“No, but the forest senses the energy your thoughts emit. You’re as curious as your Alpha is hot-tempered. You don’t blurt out the first thing that crosses your mind. Your Alpha questions my motives. You don’t trust easily, child,” Briana says, shifting her attention from me to Elara, who remains coiled and ready.

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