The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393

54 – Ben

I tried to sit up, but a fresh wave of nausea crashed over me, making me grit my teeth in frustration. Seriously, what kind of Beta am I if I can’t even withstand a brief surge of magic—magic that my mate seems to wield effortlessly? The thought gnawed at me, stinging my pride.

“Just sit still for a moment, Ben. The feeling will fade with time,” Brianna said, her tone measured and formal. But instead of calming me, her words only seemed to make the nausea worse.

“What can I do to stop this from happening again?” I snapped, fixing my gaze solely on her. I left out the part about my mate still struggling to accept the bond between us, which apparently meant I had to get used to being tossed around by magic like a rag doll.

“We’ll consult with some of our members and find a solution,” Brianna assured me. “For now, though, you’re safe. But we do need to set protective wards here to prevent anyone from coming back to fix the rift we caused.”

“Can you stand, Baby Beta?” Marietta asked, her eyes locked on me. I couldn’t tell if her expression was laced with judgment or genuine concern. My ego couldn’t handle that condescending nickname for more than a couple of seconds, so I forced myself to my feet without a word. I handed the keys over to Elara silently—there was no way I could drive feeling like this, but no one else was going to say it. Without looking at anyone, I slid over to the passenger side of our SUV.

The women talked about what had happened the entire way back to the clearing where our coven was based. I tried to follow their conversation, desperate to understand what had gone on inside that sphere of light, but my mind was fogged and distant. I knew they probably expected me to share what Jax, Dev, and I had experienced, but I was too lost in my own thoughts to join in.

I must have looked like I was sulking because I stayed in the truck when the rest of the team got out to find some of the older coven members. What use was I here against magic? She didn’t need my protection—or rather, I couldn’t protect her from magic. Suddenly, a paper cup was pressed under my nose through the open window. The scent was earthy—grass, dirt, and a mix of herbs. I wrinkled my nose and leaned back, eyeing Marietta with suspicion.

“It’s not poison, Baby Beta,” she said, amused. “Though I’m glad to see you have some healthy self-preservation instincts. Some people, when they first learn about magic, try to fix everything with a few herbs and a wave of the hand.”

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