Alpha's search for his Luna

Chapter : The Unseen Connection

As I drove away from Priyal, frustration weighed heavily on me. There was too much secrecy surrounding her and her group, and I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. The way she healed from that silver injury was no small feat. Only Alpha-blooded wolves could recover that fast, yet she wasn’t even mated. It raised a lot of questions—was she the daughter of an Alpha? Or perhaps something more?

Ever since I met her, there had been a strange pull, but not the unmistakable bond a mate would create. Twice I had been near her, and yet, no connection. The thought ate at me—was her masked scent hiding more than just her identity?

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I dialed Samar.

"All cleared?" I asked, my voice colder than usual."Yes," Samar replied.

"But Yuvaan’s hurt. Arav's driving him to Aunt Shayla’s clinic now."

"How bad is it?" I asked, a touch of concern creeping into my tone.

"He'll need stitches," Samar responded flatly.

"How many bodies?" I demanded.

"Eighteen," he replied. "But at least two managed to escape."

A part of me admired Priyal’s strength. She had killed six rogues by herself and wounded two more. I was impressed, even if I didn’t want to admit it aloud.

"She was their only target, wasn’t she?" Samar asked, his tone shifting to suspicion.

"Looks like it," I muttered. "Dispose of the bodies. Make sure the perimeter is clear."

"Already on it," he replied before I hung up.

As I continued driving, my thoughts spiraled. I didn’t care about their identities as long as they weren’t causing trouble, but now it was clear they were attracting rogues. This wasn’t something I could ignore any longer. Answers were necessary, and I would get them, no matter what.
My thoughts drifted back to Aunt Ira’s words. The ritual that could protect unborn pups and their mothers... a ceremony only a Luna could perform. I hit the brakes hard as realization dawned on me. There were two females on the terrace that day. One of them had to be a Luna. Could Priyal be an unmated Luna? The mere thought made my blood boil.

The very notion that she might be my mate but had kept it from me filled me with rage. I had wasted so much time looking for my mate in other packs, all while she could have been standing right in front of me. The fact that I couldn’t sense the bond irritated me even more. Was it the scent-masking potion? I remembered Arav saying that Sarika noticed the potion disrupted scent detection.
I dialed Arav next.

"How’s Ishaan?" I asked, knowing the situation with him would give me some clarity.

"He’s still unconscious," Arav replied, his voice heavy. I could hear Arohi, Ishaan’s mate, crying in the background.

"What did Shayla say?" I asked.

"He’ll be out for a day or two. He’s got fifteen stitches on his back and chest," Arav informed me.

"Is Arohi alone?"

"No, I brought Kaya with me," Arav replied.

"Good. Take her to the pack house when you can. Arohi won’t leave his side, I know," I said, already anticipating the emotional strain of the situation.

She was his mate, after all.

But enough was enough. I was done with Priyal’s group and their lies. It was time for answers, and I intended to get them.

"We need a plan," I told Arav. "They’ve been taking us too lightly. It’s time they realize who they’re dealing with."

Arav agreed, his voice firm. We couldn’t afford any more surprises, and I wasn’t going to let Priyal and her pack continue in the shadows.

But the suspicion gnawing at me—that Priyal might be my mate—stayed buried deep. For now.