The Alpha's Untamed Luna

Charlotte's POV

I walked into my room, shutting the door quietly behind me. The silence of the space pressed in on me, comforting yet unnervingly loud in my thoughts. Without wasting any time, I made my way to the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and stood under the stream of cold water, letting it wash away the tension clinging to my skin. It was a quick shower—there wasn't room for indulgence this morning. After drying off, I slipped into my usual training clothes, the fabric clinging comfortably to my body like armor for the day ahead. I padded over to the door, reaching for the knob with every intention of leaving, but then paused.

Something didn't sit right.

In a second thought that hit me like a whisper in my mind, I turned back to my wardrobe. My gut warned me to be more careful, to avoid giving anyone a clue about where I was heading. With a quiet sigh, I pulled off the training clothes and replaced them with a simple black polo and blue jeans—casual, inconspicuous. I folded the training clothes neatly and stuffed them into a bag. I can't announce my whereabouts with my clothes, not today.

Stepping out of the room with careful steps, I headed straight to the kitchen, hoping to sneak out unnoticed. Just as I reached the hallway, I saw Jasper walking towards the main door. My heart skipped a beat. I bent my head immediately, pretending to be preoccupied as I clutched the strap of my bag tighter. I overheard his familiar, arrogant voice giving his guards another set of strict instructions.

"Don't let her out," he ordered coldly.

What the hell would I do now? I asked rhetorically in my head, my heart sinking with frustration. I remained still, my head bowed as if invisible, hoping he wouldn't notice me standing there. Just then, a maid entered the kitchen through a narrow door to the side. Her sudden presence startled me, but she looked even more frightened than I was.

"Good—good morning," she stuttered, her voice trembling.

But I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries, not now. I wasn't even interested in her presence at all. Without responding, I took the chance—dashing past her and slipping through the narrow doorway she had just come from.

The passageway was tight, with old wooden doors lining both walls. I moved quickly, hoping I could find an escape route through one of them. But none seemed promising. I let out a low, frustrated curse.

"Fuck," I muttered as I was about to turn back. That's when I noticed it—a soft beam of light spilling into the passage through a small gap near a cornerstone. My heart lifted.

I increased my pace, nearly jogging toward the source. Peeking around the corner, I spotted a slightly open door. I pushed it with both hands, and to my relief, it creaked open. A rush of warm air and sunlight greeted me. I was outside.

This seemed to be the garden.

The sound of laughter floated on the breeze—gardeners, probably. I could hear their chatter and bursts of amusement from the far side of the yard. But there wasn't time to appreciate the beauty or calm of the moment. I scanned the entire area quickly. At the far end of the garden stood two guards. Shit.

I didn't hesitate. With adrenaline kicking in, I ran toward the nearest wall and began to climb. My hands gripped the rough surface, my fingers finding hold wherever they could. Just as I was about to jump down, I saw their heads turn in my direction. Their eyes widened in shock, and they rushed toward me. But before they could lift a finger to grab me, I was already airborne.

I landed with a thud, the shock shooting up my legs, but I didn't stop. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I began to run—fast, wild, desperate. It wasn't just about escaping Jasper's control anymore; it felt like I was running for my life. My lungs burned, and my heart pounded in my chest like a war drum. But I didn't care. I just kept moving, letting the wind whip past my ears.

In a matter of minutes, I arrived at the training ground. I bent slightly at the entrance, catching my breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Even from the gate, I could hear the feral sounds—paws slamming into the earth, teeth baring, growls echoing through the air. Wolves were in full battle mode. They must have gone far in today's training already.

I sighed, trying to gather myself before walking into the field. I kept my steps steady, my gaze sharp. I walked to a corner where I could observe without drawing too much attention. My eyes scanned the scene—powerful bodies clashing, the training getting intense, perhaps a little too intense.

Then I caught sight of JK.

My lips curved into a soft smile, one that even I hadn't expected. I walked toward him, weaving through the chaos. He turned, and our eyes met.

"Charlotte!" he called out, and without hesitation, he pulled me into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around me with warmth and familiarity, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I belonged.

Within seconds, he pulled back slightly, his hands still holding mine as he stared into my face.

"It feels so empty here without you, trust me," he said, his voice laced with emotion.

I leaned into another hug. I had really missed him—a lot more than I was willing to admit. The bond we shared, the unspoken understanding, the laughter—it was all still there.

"How are you feeling right now? I hope you're all good," he asked gently.

I nodded, offering a faint smile that tried to conceal the whirlwind of emotions still churning inside me.

"I'm happy to have you back," he said warmly as I turned toward the fighting wolves. His words settled softly in my chest like a balm to a fresh wound.

"Stop!" I shouted, my voice rising sharply as the fight began to escalate dangerously.

The wolves immediately halted and shifted back into their human forms, eyes on me.

"Like I've always said, we're training you to be better warriors out there, but you must know that you don't fight your colleague as though he is your enemy unless you're commanded to do so." I began walking slowly into the ring, letting my presence sink in.

"We want to see your strength, but yet you have to withhold your strength so you won't cause your opponent much injury." I made eye contact with each of them as they nodded respectfully.

"Have you guys done any physical activity?" I asked.

They nodded again.

"Pick up your swords, it's time to fence," I announced firmly.

They moved in unison, walking toward the weapons stand and selecting their swords. JK, always the attentive one, picked a sword and handed it over to me.

"It's time to fence," he said with a charming smile that made me shake my head a little.

"Remember the rules of fencing. You have to concentrate on your opponent, your sword held strong with your hands..." I began laying out the rules clearly, walking through the motions with them as the fencing began.

The clang of metal filled the air. Sparks flew. They moved with agility and precision, their eyes focused, their hearts in it. The intensity of the session wore on, each minute more demanding than the last. After about an hour of fierce fencing, I finally threw JK's sword on the ground and called the training to an end.

"You all can leave. We'll continue training by seven o'clock at the dot tomorrow morning," I announced firmly.

They bowed one after the other and walked toward their backpacks, grabbing their bottles and sitting in scattered circles to rehydrate and chat.

"Welcome back, commander," I heard a feminine voice from behind.