The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386

49 – Elara

Ben wasn’t wrong. Melanie wasn’t angry with me at all; in fact, she eagerly seized the opportunity to prove her loyalty by personally taking charge of preparing meals for the coven. Once she got started, there was no stopping her whirlwind of energy. I gave her the freedom to select five Omegas to assist her with the task and to gather anything necessary for the coven’s needs.

A few hours after our meeting, Jax and Dev reported that every member of the coven had been accounted for and was comfortably settled in the clearing near the packhouse. I sent them off to update the rest of the warriors and prepare them to learn new scent markers so we could easily distinguish allies from enemies.

“Now, I just have to break it to the pack that I’m bringing witches into our home—and that they have to behave themselves,” I muttered under my breath, though Ben was close enough to hear.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked, his voice calm but curious.

I paused, locking eyes with him for a moment before it dawned on me—Ben had never actually been inside the packhouse with me before. He hadn’t witnessed the hostility I faced, like the time Jeff twisted rumors among the shopkeepers and I got chewed out for it. This was going to be a harsh reality check for him. My pack had always been wary of me stepping into my father’s shoes, but now that he was gone and couldn’t shield me from the worst of it, the situation was far more complicated than I’d realized. Ben might even decide to reject me and walk away. I mean, who wants a mate who’s not accepted by their own pack? Especially when you’re the Alpha that everyone resents—an Alpha who can’t even command basic respect, all because I’m missing a third leg.

I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?”

Without waiting for a response, I started walking. He could either follow or not. As I moved through the house, a strange feeling settled in my chest. I’d never loved this enormous place; it always felt excessive, like someone trying too hard to appear important. Our pack had always been relatively small—between three and five hundred members at any given time. Most of them ran small family businesses or served as warriors. Others left to pursue higher education and only came back when they were ready to retire.

There was never really a reason for a packhouse this grand. Especially not until this rogue and witch problem arose. I couldn’t even remember the last time my father had entertained members from another pack here.

“What?” Ben’s voice startled me from behind, and I realized I’d stopped moving, staring into the grand formal living room. “Is everything okay? Jax, Dev?”

I blinked and shook myself out of my thoughts. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just thinking about how useless this house really is. Why didn’t my dad ever fix it up or move somewhere smaller?” I spun around, taking in every detail.

“What do you mean?” Ben asked as I completed my turn.

“I don’t know why it never occurred to me before, but this entire house feels pointless. My dad was an only child, I’m an only child, and we hardly ever entertain anyone. So why the hell do we need a house this big?”

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