The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404

61 – Ben

Hours had slipped by without any word from Damon or Owen. By now, they should have finished whatever they were doing or at least sent a message to update me. Sebastian and Richard were also expected to check in. The silence gnawed at me—was it a good sign, or should I be worried? I wanted to hold onto hope, but the uncertainty was suffocating. I needed to know what was happening.

Sleep eluded me completely. I lay staring up at the ceiling of Luna Sam’s room, my eyes tracing the restless shadows cast by the moonlight filtering through the trees outside. My mind wandered uncontrollably to Elara. What was she doing at this moment? Was she awake too, wrestling with her own thoughts? Was her wolf pacing anxiously inside her mind, just as mine was? The distance between us felt unbearable. I hated that I’d become so attached to someone who might not want me once all this was over. The thought stung—how had I let myself care so deeply? Rationally, I knew this was different from what I’d felt with Kennedy, but the ache felt painfully familiar. My wolf’s longing for Elara was growing stronger every day we spent here at Black Claw, and I couldn’t deny it. I wished this endless back-and-forth would finally end, but the Moon Goddess seemed determined to make things difficult for me.

Damn it, I needed a distraction. I rose and began pacing the room, restless and unable to find a comfortable spot. Luna Sam hadn’t wanted to be alone, and I didn’t fully trust her not to sneak downstairs to interfere with whatever the witches were doing to break Junior’s spell. Maybe she didn’t trust herself either.

It was too early to reach out to Jason, to see if he was on his way. But I wanted him here. I’d made friends and worked well with the Black Claw pack and even some of the Coven witches, but having someone from home—a familiar face—felt like a lifeline. Someone who understood me, who knew my past. I didn’t know when I’d become so sentimental; it was both comforting and frustrating. Part of me just needed the reassurance that I wasn’t losing my mind, from someone who truly knew me.

Luna Sam’s window offered a wide view of the packhouse grounds, the moonlight illuminating the front property. I stood still for a moment, taking in the quiet night, but soon the urge to move overwhelmed me again, and I resumed pacing. At least Luna Sam seemed to be resting. I couldn’t imagine the weight of worry she carried—caring for a child caught in this mess, not knowing how to fix it, not knowing who else might be affected. Isolation was her only option. She’d been afraid to involve anyone else, probably terrified of spreading whatever this was. I understood that—she wanted to keep it contained within the pack.

We had to get a handle on this situation quickly. No more pups could be hurt. I desperately hoped the others would reach out soon, but if they were busy dealing with Junior, I didn’t want to distract or derail their efforts.

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