The Alpha's Untamed Luna

Charlotte's POV

Walking into my room, I slumped on the bed immediately, my legs giving way beneath me as the weight of everything I had done in the past hour came crashing down on me. My heart was racing, yet my body felt as though it had melted into the sheets. My mind replayed the intense moment we had shared—Jasper's touch, his kiss, the look in his eyes like I was the only one in the universe that mattered. Was that really my action? Or did my wolf have a hand in it?

I tilted my head and looked up at the ceiling, as if expecting it to whisper some answers to me—something, anything, to ease the turmoil building up inside my chest.

"You did all that yourself, stop denying the fact that you're drawn to your mate," my wolf whispered in my mind, her voice gentle but certain. I sat up immediately, startled and wanting to engage her in a full conversation, but she quickly receded into silence, curling back into the shadows as if she had never been there in the first place.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked her through the mind-link, hoping she would return, but there was nothing—only an echoing quiet that left me even more unsettled.

"We both know that you're the one doing all these to me," I muttered under my breath, dragging my palms down my face in frustration as I stood up. My steps were restless, pacing from one end of the room to the other, my bare feet brushing against the cool tiles.

He would probably be basking in the glory of what happened—probably thinking he had finally gotten through to me, that I had fallen for his charm. And the worst part? I didn't even protest. I didn't fight him. I welcomed his gestures without a blink, like I had been waiting for it.

"What would he think of me now?" I whispered to myself. "That I'm weak? That I've surrendered to his game?"

"Shut up," I groaned, throwing myself back onto the bed again, this time face-down. The mattress barely softened the blow of my thoughts. Everything felt so messy. I felt… cheap. Not because of what happened, but because I had let it happen without defining my own boundaries. He had managed to steal my first kiss, and now, it seemed like he was ready to normalize that intimacy between us as if it had always been there.

"Charlotte, what the hell is wrong with you?" I cried out, my voice muffled by the duvet. I sat up again abruptly when I caught the faintest whiff of his scent in my room. My heart skipped, then quickened. Was he outside the door listening to my turmoil?

I stilled, holding my breath and trying to locate the scent clearly. But it wasn't strong enough to mean he was standing nearby. I exhaled slowly and followed the trail, my eyes landing on the handkerchief he had given me earlier. It was lying on the bed, neatly folded.

"Oh," I muttered as realization dawned. I reached for it, lifting the soft fabric in my hand and bringing it close to my nose—it still smelled faintly of him. Without thinking, I stood up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing my bathing bar soap. I didn't care whether it was too delicate for this kind of wash—I just wanted it cleaned.

I scrubbed the handkerchief gently, my mind floating back to how he looked at me, how he kissed me, how his words wrapped around my soul like a binding spell. I rinsed the cloth, twisted the water out, and dried it carefully using the dryer. Afterward, I pressed it with a hot iron until it was smooth again—every crease vanished like it had never been used.

With a strange mix of hesitation and determination, I headed out of my room and started climbing the stairs to his room. Halfway there, I stopped in front of his door and turned my back to it.

"What the hell am I doing here? To return a handkerchief? Who does something so petty and foolish?" I scoffed at myself, then turned around again, staring at the door. My hand lifted, balled into a fist, ready to knock.

That's when I heard it.

"I heard you're embarking on a dirty mission," came a voice from within the room, deep and unfamiliar, edged with calm authority. My curiosity held my hand in place. What dirty mission?

"Tell me about it," the voice prompted again.

I leaned slightly against the door, my breath shallow. What could they be talking about?

"I want to take the treasures," Jasper's voice replied, sharp and firm. "They aren't doing a thing about it. It's been there for decades now, and the only thing they do is brag about it with no interest or thought in establishing it into something. Neither do they want to sell it."

My eyes widened. This was serious. Why would he want to claim a treasure that clearly doesn't belong to him?

"Are they perhaps your enemies? You can't just fight a Pack that didn't do a thing to you," the older voice responded, the wisdom in his tone undeniable.

"They are my enemy. They stole uranium from me and denied it—even after seeing my initials on what they claim is theirs."

The way he said it made it sound so convincing, but it struck me like a lie—a smooth, well-packaged lie.

Before I could process more, the door flung open, and I stumbled slightly. My heart leaped into my throat.

"I—I—I came to return this," I stammered, holding out the handkerchief, not daring to meet his eyes. He took it from my hand, and I quickly turned to leave, hoping the ground would just split open and swallow me.

"Is that my daughter-in-law?"

Those words froze me in place. My entire body stiffened. My blood ran cold, and heat flooded my cheeks at the same time. That voice could only belong to Jasper's father.

"Charlotte, come and say hello to Father," Jasper called out, his tone carrying both a demand and something softer.

I turned slowly, feeling as though I was walking into a storm I hadn't prepared for. My heart pounded erratically as my wide eyes locked onto his. Why now? Why this way?

"Jasper, can I do that some other time?" I whispered, but he was already walking toward me, and behind him came the older version of him—taller, broader, and carrying an undeniable aura of power.

I quickly composed myself, forcing my shoulders back and a polite smile onto my lips as I stared directly into the older man's eyes.

"What's your name?" he asked, stopping just a few inches from me. His presence was almost intimidating, like he had the world balanced on his shoulders.

"I'm Charlotte," I replied, voice steady.

"I'm Alpha Jack, the Grand Alpha of the Crystal Moon Pack. Nice to meet you." His tone was civil but cool. I reached out for a handshake, but he gently patted my shoulder instead, his height overshadowing me like a cloud passing over the sun.

"I would love us to meet more often," he added with a faint smile, then gave my shoulder another firm pat before turning back into the room, with Jasper silently trailing behind him.

I began to climb down the staircase, my thoughts were in a shamble right now. So this is the war they all talk about, that's why they're recruiting and training more soldiers extremely.

But which pack is that.