The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405

62 – Ben

We made our way into the kitchen, where she chatted casually, as if this was just another ordinary day. Together, we gathered a generous amount of food—not only for ourselves but also for the other warriors, the two witches residing in the basement, and anyone else who might need sustenance. Our arms were piled high with provisions by the time we headed back downstairs. When we reached the cage room, the door was ajar, and there sat Junior, slumped and disheveled in the storage nook. Though he looked worn and beaten, he was alive—breathing steadily and fully conscious as I approached him. It took him a long moment before he met my gaze when I crouched down in front of him. His eyes were heavy with sadness and worry.

“What the hell happened, man?” he asked, voice low and raw. “I was out on a run like any other day, and then… nothing. I don’t remember a thing after that. Next thing I know, I wake up locked in a cage with my own pack, surrounded by strangers chanting and throwing things at me.” His tone dropped to a whisper, vulnerable and youthful. “Tell me, what happened? What the hell happened, man?” His eyes locked onto mine, desperate for answers only I might have.

I glanced over at Owen and Damon, silently asking, “What did you find?” The tension in the room was palpable; everyone seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for an explanation.

Owen produced a large, gleaming stone and handed it to me. The moment I touched it, a sharp itch spread across my hand, forcing me to recoil and hand it back as if it were burning me. Owen seemed to anticipate my reaction, staying close and flipping the stone over to reveal a familiar sigil etched into its surface. It was the same mark we had seen on all the Shadow Markers, but with several additional strokes, more intricate and ominous.

Damon’s voice cut through the silence. “This isn’t good. It’s specific—and it was wedged right in the center of the ceiling above Junior’s head.” He turned to Luna Sam. “Is this the only cell you have for detaining someone, or are there more?”

Sam straightened, her posture firm. “This is the only one. Our pack is small; we don’t have a need for more cages in the packhouse.”

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