The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Many Blue Moon pack members were sure that the Dark Dynasty would not be able to withstand their prowess.

They forgot that they were predominately farmers. With their natural werewolf strength but it’d take more than that to beat a whole army.

So it was settled. They’d journey to the Red Mountains, meet their Alpha and let an army be formed.

There was nothing left for Forbidden Forest warriors as the war, three years ago, took a very good number. The rest were scattered about and are presumably dead.

The Red Mountains couldn’t arrive early enough to stop the Queen’s forces so the Forbidden Forest warriors went to hold them.

All those blood and sacrifice would be avenged.

The delegates for the journey were Alpha Scott, Alpha Red and a warrior named Kyle.

Scott watched in slight envy as the warrior’s mate had wrapped her hand around her mate, kissing him passionately.

She was one of the women who work at the border farming so she wouldn’t watch him leave the next day.

They stared at each other and Scott knew they were mind linking. He could see the obvious pain in the warrior’s eyes when his mate left.

“Don’t fear. We’re just going on a journey. We’d come back. You’d come back to her” he patted the warrior. The warrior nodded understandably.

Scott went on to meet his own mate. Walt was pushing him.

“You know you can’t share such passionate moment with Lydia. She doesn’t see us that way” he reminded the agitated wolf.

“Then make her see us that way. Sometimes I wish you’re the wolf and I’m the human. But I worry I’d be infected with your stupidity”.

Scott laughed painfully at Walt words. Was he being stupid by not making Lydia realize she’s his mate.

The last time he came closer than he should, it left her brain jumbled. And it was when he and his wolf were younger.

His wolf could be very rough when excited or angry. He should be cautioning himself rather than think he’s human was stupid.

“You’d leave her here with unmated wolves? If anything happens while we are gone. It’s on you” the wolf kept warning.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Scott pushed him behind his head, blocking him with a barrier. He was tired of his constant nagging.

If Walt had controlled himself years ago, by now, Lydia would have fully accepted him.

He stepped into their room, without knocking, since their door was open. Margaret was on a bed, folding herself together.

“Are you okay?” he touched her hand but she jumped in fright before looking around her to be sure she was still on Earth.

“Scott, something is watching me. Some dark energy is around me. And it’s scary. It’s even leaving marks on me” her eyes were teary.

She fell on him and began crying on his chest. He saw that on her neck, were some black marks. That haven’t always been there.

Walt tried speaking but Scott didn’t let him. He knew what it was. The dark energy of the Dark Dynasty was looking for Margaret.

Walt might probably say they should protect their own mate from the dark energy. Forgetting that he also had responsibility for Margaret.

“Is something wrong with Margaret?”.

Scott looked to see Lydia at the still opened door. He was startled for a bit. He stared down at the position of he and Margaret and bit his lips.

Hopefully, Lydia wouldn’t misunderstand them. Looking in her eyes, she didn’t seem to care. Or was she masking it? He really wanted to know.

“Look at these marks. They’re from the Dark Dynasty. I think it hurts and they scare her” he lifted Margaret’s hair to make the marks visible.

“Good job, Scott. Now our mate would think you like her sister” Walt gave a fake cheer behind Scott’s head.

Scott frowned on how the wolf could unblock the barrier he made. And he was fully aware that it wasn’t ideal his mate seeing them that way.

Lydia came forward and ran her hands threw the scars. Margaret seemed to have dozed off on Scott’s body. Her body still shivered.

“I hope she’d not be needing medications. There’s none. Would it go on its own? I can’t have another sibling being sick” Lydia sobbed.

Scott wanted to pat her head but held himself.

“Console her!” Walt commanded.

“Doing anything romantic with her while her sister is laying on my body, doesn’t it sound wrong to you?” he asked the wolf.

“Consoling our mate would never be wrong. And romantic? You aren’t even romantic!” Walt groaned.

“Thanks to Jackson, the pills were finally finished. It’s impressive how he could copy the instructions” Lydia added.

“Argh! Now she’s talking about other men. We’d lose our mate” Walt whimpered, slowly going behind Scott’s head.

“Lydia…” Scott started.

“What do want to ask her? Don’t make mistakes. What are you asking?” Walt came back to the surface.

“None of your business, Walt” Scott snapped.

“…do you think Evelyn and Jackson would make a good pair?”.

“What? Why ask her that?” Walt groaned.

Lydia raised her brows. Where was that question coming from? They barely knew Jackson.

He had saved Evelyn once and Evelyn was just grateful. He just saved Han and they’re all grateful but that’s that. And he’s werewolf.

“Jackson is not even yet a friend. Well, I don’t see him as one yet. Evelyn isn’t into him. I doubt she’d be. He’s werewolf” she shrugged.

“Hmm. She’d never be into him then. Cos he’s a werewolf?” Scott further asked.

Lydia hesitated, “Well,… Evelyn is not yet open to werewolves. Margaret is more open-minded”.

“And you?”.

Lydia gulped down air, “Well, I’m grateful you werewolves aren’t like the scary stories I heard. I don’t think I can be with a werewolf exactly, not yet, I know little now of your kind” she nodded, impressed by her answer.

Scott expected that answer. He just wanted Walt to hear it too. Walt quietened down to whimpers and disappeared to his head.

Scott wanted to remind him that it doesn’t mean Lydia was rejecting them but just giving herself time to know more.

But he ignored the wolf. At least it was quiet.

“It’s alright. I just asked. Nothing to it. Let’s go see Han” he carefully laid Margaret back on the bed and covered her.

“You go see Han. I’d stay here with Margaret. Don’t worry” Lydia smiled. He smiled back. It disappeared when she wasn’t looking.

At least both he and Walt knew that marking or mating Lydia was still a long process away.