The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400

59 – Ben

After nearly twenty minutes passed without any word from them, I found myself stepping out of the car, battling the rising nausea and mental exhaustion just to search for any sign of their whereabouts. It soon became clear that they had triggered some kind of powerful energy burst that immobilized both of them completely. Thankfully, the effect faded after a while, allowing them to reach out to me again, which instantly heightened my alertness. This meant one of two things: either someone was watching our every move, or the trap was designed to alert a third party that their wards were being tampered with. Either way, I kept my senses sharp, moving cautiously closer to the marker.

Just like with Elara and the first marker, I spotted Owen and Damon kneeling over something motionless. Even with my enhanced vision, the distance blurred the details, but I knew they were right there, working diligently despite the illusion suggesting otherwise. The magic wasn’t completely blocking our communication; I could still exchange texts with them, which was a small relief.

Suddenly, a flash of purple light struck my eyes, momentarily blinding me. When my vision cleared, they were standing right in front of me. “Honestly, I’d love to go into that thing with you guys someday. Being stuck on the outside is killing my nerves,” I joked, hoping my laugh sounded genuine. “At least this time, I managed to get a video to show you what I see from out here.”

“Let’s check inside the car,” Owen suggested. “I agree with you—it definitely felt like some kind of alarm or warning system for whoever’s behind this.”

Without hesitation, I followed him inside. The oppressive pressure eased slightly as we moved. “What do you mean ‘whoever’? I thought your coven leaders knew exactly who’s responsible for all this,” I asked, curiosity and concern mixing in my voice.

Owen glanced warily into the surrounding forest before whispering, “I’m pretty sure it’s her. But she’s not as clever as you might think. Not that she lacks intelligence—she’s sharp—but she doesn’t have the patience or foresight to think things through. She never cared about the consequences of her spells or workings, only what would serve her in the moment. That’s probably why so many of your wolves are dying while working for her. She didn’t consider how the magic would affect them, only that they could help her get what she wants. That makes her even more dangerous.”

Perfect. We were dealing with a psychopath who had no regard for anyone else’s life. As we continued driving toward the Red Fang packhouse, I made a mental note—and a quick note in our text thread—marking the rough coordinates of where the nausea hit me hardest, so we could revisit those spots later.

“At least your aversion to the shadow makers is good for something,” Owen joked, breaking the tension.

“Shut up,” I shot back as they both laughed. “But seriously, do you think it’s just because of my age that I’m feeling this way?”

“We’ll have a better idea once we meet your friend,” Damon replied, his voice coming from the rearview mirror. “You said he’s younger than you, right?”

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