The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 464

106 - Ben

Well, if that isn’t ominous, I don’t know what is. “So, we have to go back to this…Rift?” I test out the name that is very apt for the massive wound in the ground full of intricately placed stones, and yet so ambiguous, no one outside the magical community would have any idea what is being discussed if they heard it.

“We will need to protect it. That is the only thing I can think of that Eliza would put this much effort in for. It is our Holy Grail, if you will. That mythical, magical, all powerful thing that makes the person who controls it all of those things.” Brianna says softly. She seems more relaxed now than when I saw her last. Even in the aftermath of the magical fire that displaced her coven…again.

“Do we have everyone? Has anyone been through to check the parts of the house we can get to?” I don’t want to say their names, and I’m hoping the Goddess just took care of it for us, but we need to see if Jeff and Drake are still breathing or if we have two less problems. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

“No. We haven’t been past this room.” Elara says, pocketing the stone. I’m surprised Brianna and Marietta don’t hold onto it, but that is a question for another time.

We carefully trek across the tilted room, avoiding debris shaken from the burnt shelves. When Elara reaches the door, she can’t seem to push or pull it open. The hinges appear to be fine, but who knows what’s on the other side. She looks over her shoulder at me, silently asking for help. I grip the handle and feel a wash of warmth flow over me. Elara has her hand on my shoulder, and the warmth is flowing from my hold on the handle to where her palm is placed. “What the hell?” I whisper.

“Something that was mentioned before that I thought I would test. You are a conduit for magic. And if this thing is what we think it is,” She pats her pocket, “I seem to have some ability to use magic when it’s in my possession. Let’s get this door open.” She winks at me. My mate is full of surprises.

I’m not sure what to think about this new development. I can only nod and focus on the handle in my grasp, along with the magic flowing through us. One twist and pull and the door lets out a squeal as the wood slides against its frame and slaps the wall as I release my hold on it.

My jaw goes slack at the sight before me. Everything that I can see beyond this doorway is charred. There’s nothing salvageable beyond this room. There is no way anyone left in here during that fire is still alive, but we still have to check. I don’t trust sight alone anymore. We have experienced too much to not have several types of irrefutable proof.

“Brianna, Marietta. Do either of you sense anything that can harm us?” I ask over my shoulder. Neither scoff at the question, they both close their eyes and do whatever it is they do when they reach out with their magic.

“I sense nothing living here, if that helps.” Marietta says calmly. She might have caught onto what we are looking for.

“I also feel no other magic or lifeforce.” I nod at Brianna, and step careful out the door. I know that the packhouse Omegas got everyone out. They would have let us know by now if someone was unaccounted for. It’s our prisoners I need to have a visual confirmation of.

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