The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670: Make It Work, Luna

Aeron Lancaster had left the castle for eight hours and returned to find the building had caught fire in every direction simultaneously.

He was in the Alpha’s chambers, explaining to their Gamma and Beta how their future Luna accidentally put the Alpha in a coma.

Griffin Sharpe, Shadowclaw’s Beta, stood near the window with his arms crossed and the face of a man processing information that had arrived in a format his training had never covered. Knox Rainer, the Gamma, was leaning against the far wall, arms folded, watching everything and everyone with the quiet, cataloguing focus of a man whose job description included know things before they become problems and whose job was currently twelve hours behind schedule.

Elias, the Master Healer of Shadowclaw, was checking Fin’s vitals for what Serena guessed was the fourth time, because the first three had produced numbers he kept rechecking with the quiet dissatisfaction of a healer whose patient was stable and whose stability had zero medical explanation.

"Alright." The Beta unfolded his arms. "I’m going to be honest. That was absolutely, categorically, in every possible configuration of words in the common tongue, the last thing I was expecting to hear when I asked the Luna if she needed help this morning."

Knox’s mouth twitched. The twitch lived and died in under a second, the Gamma’s version of a standing ovation. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Griffin turned to Serena. "Luna. The Alpha is going to be unconscious for a week. That means decisions stack, correspondence goes unanswered, and the throne room turns into a waiting room full of people who think ’the Alpha is unavailable’ means ’try harder.’"

Griffin paused, assessing her the way a general assesses reinforcements: welcome, necessary, and unproven.

"I suggest his study first. He is organized with his paperwork. Then the throne room. The Beta and I will fill in any gaps you need."

Serena blinked.

The Beta had no idea. He was standing three feet from her, calling her Luna, giving her operational directives, treating her like the woman his Alpha had chosen, because as far as Griffin Sharpe knew, that was exactly what she was. His Alpha’s mate. His Luna. The woman whose opinion mattered and whose authority was real and whose place in this castle was permanent.

He had no idea that the man lying unconscious in that bed had told her to get the fuck out of his castle. He had no idea that "Luna" was a title Serena was wearing the way a soldier wears a uniform that belongs to a discharged unit. He had no idea that every time he said the word, it landed on a bruise that was still fresh and still bleeding.

Shadowclaw protocol said defer to the Luna in the Alpha’s absence and apparently, that applied even if she wasn’t crowned yet.

She looked down at Fin.

He was lying where she had left him. Shorts she had wrestled onto his unconscious body. Pillow she had adjusted for his neck. Blanket she had tucked to his shoulders. The golden mark pulsing steady on his throat, warm, committed, integrating into his body whether his waking mind agreed with the arrangement or otherwise.

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