The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Officer Twisthat accepted Timothy and Evelyn was surprised at the many girls were training at Galdrish. Even officer Twisthat’s two daughters.

Evelyn smiled to herself on her way home, she had hope. After all these, she would make out time to come and train, live her dream.

She stopped in her tracks and dodged a tomato thrown at her. She frowned looking up, “Madam Lara, I bet you missed me?”.

The Madam Lara stood in front of her, tossing another tomato in her hand, “You left after embarrassing me. And you’re back? You aren’t even pregnant yet, barren witch”.

“Yes not pregnant cos I fear I may lose my kids like you did till that horrible boy survived” Evelyn replied.

The Madam’s face wrenched in anger, and pain. Evelyn didn’t care, she was horrible and deserved all kinds of pain.

If it was another woman that had that many miscarriages, she’d have accused the woman of eating her own kids.

“You won’t leave here in one piece. I swear to you” the Madam gritted her teeth, grabbing a pestle.

Evelyn felt the need to laugh but she wanted to be serious, “Wanna have a fight? Or pity your old bones and move?”.

Madam Lara stayed adamant, pounding the pestle to her hands. People began circling around them women.

Evelyn cracked her neck, she was back to giving her people a show. They must have missed her.

She’d make it quick, she had a sick little sister to tend to.

(Outside the dark dynasty walls)

Scott glared at the King as he rode towards them, Margaret behind him. Jackson stood at a defensive stance waiting for anything.

“I came to return her to you. You can stop glaring now. I don’t want a fight” Gerard hollered to them. Scott froze. Return her?

Margaret peeked from behind the horse and waved at them, smiling. The King smiled at her reaction, “You’re happy now?”.

Margaret smile slowly faded. Was he just after her happiness? Was that why he was returning her?

Jackson was confused and so was Scott. Scott was more confused seeing Margaret’s sad face after she just smiled and waved at them.

He wanted to help her come down the horse, when a sword flew to his neck and another to Margaret’s.

“What are you doing? You said you didn’t want a fight?” Jackson screamed at the King.

Gerard turned to him and gazed at him with his dark eyes, “I just want to be clear. I’d kill her if I don’t get a good answer. I wanted you to see it”.

Scott swiftly, threw his sword off his neck but it flew to Margaret’s neck, now two at both sides. Margaret anxiously stared at the King.

Was he going to kill her? Somewhere in her felt at peace that he wasn’t. But his eyes were dark, and last time it was, she got hurt.

“What do you need? And don’t you dare hurt her!” Scott seethed.

Gerard smirked, “That’s my decision”. The part in Margaret, that felt he wasn’t going to hurt her, began to doubt.

“Tell your Red Mountains friends never to raid my borders again. I buried explosives you don’t want to know about. Don’t start a war with me”.

Scott ran his hand through his hair. How’d he tell this man that it was just him and Alpha Red taking out their anger. He’d just kill Margaret.

“So you don’t want war with them but wouldn’t mind with us?” Jackson clenched his fists.

Did this King think they were too weak? Well, now Red Mountains refused them, they’d show him they were still werewolves.

Gerard shook his head, “Actually, I don’t want any war anymore. Blue Moon, Red Mountains, Forbidden Forest. I’m tired. You are too”.

Scott literally cleaned his ears, “You’re tired? Like giving up on our extinction? And the gem?”.

Gerard exhaled. Especially that gem. He had nothing to do with it anymore. He already have enough work to do expelling of his dark energy.

“I’m done with everything. And I believe you are too?” he brought the sword closer to Margaret, “Give an answer. I’m growing tired”.

Jackson looked over each other. This was good development. If it was real.

“If you are going to let us farm our lands in peace. Let go of the gem. Keep your explosives to yourself. Then yes, we are done with you”.

Scott gave Jackson an approving nod. The swords flew back to his sheath. He carefully brought Margaret down from his horse.

“She talks about you a lot” he said.

Scott wrapped his hands around Margaret, “As she should. You’re really done with us?”.

Gerard’s eyes lingered on Scott’s hand on Margaret’s waist, “Hmm, yes. Oh, and also, do you know if the gem had a twin stone?”.

That was pretty random. Scott bit his lower lips. And he didn’t have an answer to that.

“No. Even I did, I don’t think I’d tell you as you could go look for that one?” he deadpanned. Jackson chuckled a bit, Margaret smiled.

The King took his horse backwards, “Just wanted to know what I got myself into” he turned to Margaret, “Bye, Mate”.

His horse sped off at remarkable speed, he was as small dust in seconds.

While Jackson stared at the disappearing horse. Scott stared at Margaret. Did that King just call her mate?

“Okay, spill the beans. He captured you when you went to save Chan. What had happened since?” he gave her a suspicious look.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, how did you convince him to stop the long year war? Not even our parents could stop it. Or our Alphas” Jackson nudged Scott.

Margaret looked down, “He realized that the dark energy, well, it’s controlling. Did you know it is related to the gem you hold, Scott?”.

Scott studied her. What was she talking about?

“Well, he’s given up on everything. War. Dark energy. The gem” she wanted to add, ‘His mate’ but she didn’t want it to sound pathetic.

“And he called you his mate?” Margaret rolled her eyes when Scott asked. Couldn’t he let that pass? She wasn’t sure why he was the King’s mate.

“It’s something about the dark energy turning them to werewolves. And by that, I’m his mate. Blah blah rubbish” she brushed it off.

She needed to see her sisters and fall asleep on Evelyn’s laps, Lydia singing or massaging her. And Han, she hoped he was okay.

Jackson stayed calm, digesting what she just said. The dark energy of the dark dynasty turned them to werewolves?

He patted Scott on his shoulder, “And I guess your last Luna just found her mate”.

Scott rolled his eyes at the tease. That’d be a Luna he won’t be handing out to anytime soon. He let Margaret climb unto him as they ran back.