The Alpha's Untamed Luna

Jasper's POV

"I'm sorry for coming in here late," I apologized the minute I walked into the meeting hall, my voice echoing through the room filled with elders dressed in their traditional robes.

"Greetings, Alpha Jasper," they responded in unison, rising to their feet with bowed heads, their respect apparent in their synchronized motion.

"Greetings, great elders of the Crystal Moon Clan," I replied with a nod of acknowledgment as I made my way to the high-backed chair at the head of the long king's table. The room was silent as I sat down, the ancient wood creaking slightly beneath me.

"How have you all been?" I inquired casually, leaning back slightly in my seat to show I was both present and in control.

"All good, my Alpha," one of them replied, his voice steady. I glanced around the room and gave a slight nod. They all looked well, older but sharp, and I could tell they had been waiting patiently for me.

"I called you all concerning our initial plan," I began, making sure to look each one of them in the eye. Their expressions were unreadable, but the slight tilt of their heads and narrowing of their eyes showed they were already on the same page.

"We have imported enough arms; hence the need arises to use them." My voice was calm, but with an edge of finality. I watched carefully, observing their faces for even the smallest reaction. Most of them gave subtle nods—an approval, a signal of shared purpose. One or two furrowed their brows slightly, not in disagreement, but in contemplation. That was good. I needed their minds active, their loyalty sharp.

"The plan will commence next week. But then we have to adopt a good measure to protect our people from invaders." I finalized, locking eyes with the eldest among them. He gave a slow nod of agreement, then sat forward slightly in his chair.

"All the soldiers won't be going there. At least forty men should stay behind," he suggested calmly, his voice seasoned with wisdom. I nodded, already calculating logistics in my mind. He was right—protection at the home base was equally important.

"I suggest a curfew should be pronounced for a week. The kids should stay with their parents, and food should be supplied inside the pack house and every apartment here, so as to avoid foreign invasion," another elder added. His suggestion was well-reasoned, and I could see heads nodding all around the table. These were men who'd seen decades of war and peace—they knew what it took to safeguard a pack.

"I suggest that we employ a few soldiers from our neighboring pack. I don't think that we have enough soldiers for this," another offered. I nodded again, appreciating how they were already thinking ahead. Their voices overlapped slightly as they began murmuring to themselves, tossing ideas and reinforcing each other's points.

"I love the suggestions you all brought to the table. I will consider them and announce to the Pack our final decision," I said, standing up slowly. They all rose as well, their respect still unwavering.

"Have a nice day, you all," I added, nodding once more before I turned and walked out of the hall, the cool breeze from the corridor brushing against my face as I stepped outside. Grey was already standing by the door like he'd been waiting for hours.

"It is done," he let out the moment he saw me, his expression unreadable but his voice sharp with purpose.

I began to descend the stairs, and he followed behind me like a shadow.

"Did you deliver it yourself or you asked someone to do it?" I inquired, my tone calm but my curiosity piqued. He nodded slowly, and I narrowed my eyes at him in slight confusion.

"I sent someone to do it. Least I forget, Joshua sent you a message regarding the support system you requested," he added quickly, walking ahead to open the car door for himself. He settled into the front passenger side as I climbed into the back seat. The tension of the day was starting to weigh on me.

"Who did you send to do it?" I asked as he ignited the car, ready to drive off.

"Kenzie," he replied without looking back. I nodded slowly and leaned back in my seat, letting my head fall against the headrest. I trusted Kenzie—he was swift and quiet, the type of person you needed for sensitive tasks.

"Joshua sent ten million, and fifty soldiers would come down here next week Friday," he added with a half-smile.

That was massive support—far more than I had expected. Joshua had always been there for me, but this… this was beyond brotherhood. It was war-time loyalty.

"I'm grateful," I said, my voice dropping into something softer as I stared out the window at the fast-moving scenery. He continued driving, the silence between us holding a mutual understanding.

After a few minutes, we pulled up to the mansion. Grey parked the car carefully. I didn't wait for formalities. I opened the door and stepped out immediately, exhaustion weighing heavy on my shoulders. It had really been a long day, but my mind wasn't done yet.

As I walked into the living room, I pulled out my phone from my pants pocket. I found Joshua's number immediately and plugged in my earbuds. After the second ring, he picked up.

"Hey bro," he said instantly, his voice familiar and grounding.

"Bro, you're indeed more than a brother to me. I saw your message—I really appreciate it, bro. Thanks a lot," I said, walking up the stairs slowly.

"Ohh, that's nothing. I got your back, bro," he replied warmly, making me smile for the first time today.

"So tell me—how far have you gone in the preparation?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and stopped in front of my bedroom door, leaning on it for support. "I just sent it out," I replied.

I could practically hear him nodding. That was the thing with Joshua—he always forgot we weren't physically face to face.

"Then you should be preparing your soldiers. We got this," he added confidently.

"Yeah. Thanks once more, bro," I said before ending the call. I turned and walked directly to Charlotte's room. I knocked slightly at first, expecting her soft voice to call back.

No reply.

I knocked again, a little louder. Still nothing. My annoyance started building. I pushed the door open.

"What the fuck!" I shouted as I saw what she had done.

This foolish, smart-ass lady had arranged pillows on the bed and covered them with the duvet. A damn decoy. I stormed in and yanked the duvet off, dragging it to the floor in pure frustration.

She was messing with me—and that was a dangerous game.

I stormed out of the house, got into my car, and sped off immediately. My mind was on fire, thoughts of betrayal and defiance filling every corner of it.

Reaching the training area, I found it empty.

My rage peaked. I punched the nearest wall, the pain in my knuckles grounding me only slightly. My eye color flipped from green to red—my wolf was emerging, furious.

"Where the hell is she?" I growled through clenched teeth. I sniffed the air—her scent was faint, but it was there.

I followed the scent trail like a predator in pursuit. And there she was.

Hugging another male.

Tightly.

As though her life depended on him.

I saw red. My wolf howled within me. I didn't wait to think. I dashed toward them and punched the guy's arms off her, sending him crashing to the floor like a rag doll.

"What!" she screamed, shocked, about to rush to him.

I grabbed her and dragged her backward.

"Don't you dare."