The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

(At the Cavern)

Margaret paced around. They wasn’t nothing to do.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She either stayed inside, and when inside they’d be no where else to go but out, and when out, same thing.

“You miss him already? Ha! You’re not a long distance friend then? I had this friend from Craitan I only saw per year. We survived” Evelyn laughed at Margaret’s miserableness.

“Is it Scott making her that way?” Lydia looked cautiously at Margaret. Margaret slumped down at a chair.

“Before, all she did was try support him. Now he’s not here, she got nothing to do. She looks in love, IMO” Evelyn laughed louder.

Lydia was blank with a little pout but it seemed blank too. Hasn’t Margaret been the one who fell for boys first? It wasn’t new and won’t last.

Their marriage was arranged. None of them should add their feelings unto it, despite Scott being a whole package.

“Look at you all being trapped in a marriage you can change gears” Han strolled into their midst. Margaret sighed.

“You sigh but I make sense. The monks then warned me not to get involved deeply with the Prince. My friend, Chan, had already been promised to their Queen by then” Han threw a stone into the river whole reminiscing on the past. “I wonder how’s he’s doing with all this now. Maybe dead” he swallowed down the lump his throat was forming.

“Stop whining, Han. Scott isn’t bad. And that Prince, is just confused. The Kid get power and want everyone to know about it” it was Evelyn.

Margaret snickered on her use of ‘Kid’. She suddenly remembered that Evelyn was probably older than her husband, Scott.

She wondered if she was older than Scott as well. She never asked. Would it change the way he treated her?

“This would end in war. Blinded by greed, confused, whatever. But he won’t stop. And we shouldn’t get involved” Han said with finality.

Lydia seemed to have thought on his words for a bit. She was always the one advocating to stay out of trouble.

She’s well aware she’s in one but is unwilling to leave. To be honest, she felt doesn’t need much of their help.

He was strong and it’s really surprising to know he has two other packs he could always ask for help.

As a child, she always thought he was a orphan who played with her to combat loneliness. They were the ones who needed him.

She left to the cave and brought out red scarves, stones and shells. Those were what she had seen underneath Scott’s bed that made her realize their connection.

Their creations as kids. Lots of young promises were within those items. One that she involuntarily broke when she was taken away from him by her Uncle. Causing her head damages when he had fought back.

“You won’t be breaking any promise if we leave” Lydia turned to the voice that spoke behind her. It was Margaret having a done look.

She chuckled a little before falling on her bed, “It didn’t take much to realize that Scott was your childhood friend. After recognizing those stuffs, you know. Why didn’t you tell me?”.

Lydia shook from her frozen state and smiled in relief. She worried about telling Margaret. Margaret was one who easily misunderstood.

“Scott is just my childhood friend. And you have an obvious crush on him. I feared you’d misunderstood” she admitted.

Margaret rolled her eyes. It wasn’t like Scott won’t see her different. He already started preferential treatment with her.

He connected with their past. And now he’s her childhood friend, she could easily grow reciprocal feelings.

(At the outskirts of Galdrish, Blue Moon Pack)

Walt sneaked up to the hill and peeked around. He smelt three werewolves. They probably were on border control duty.

He tried gaining access to their mind link but was unable to. If he passed without permission, they’d term him a rogue.

He stepped out and made a short sprint towards them, radiating his Alpha’s energy to them. They were in their human form and bowed on impact.

“They’re bowing?” Scott asked Walt. Walt made a proud huff. Scott sighed. The animal was showing off again.

Walt noticed one of the werewolves opened their mind link, possibly to communicate with their Alpha. He used the chance and broke into his mind informing him of who he was.

“Our Beta is one his way then” the werewolf informed, blocking his mind link again.

Walt grunted, he stopped radiating Alpha’s energy and hid behind a tree to change.

“An Alpha should have come out to greet me” he growled.

Scott chuckled as he was pushed to surface. He quickly put on his clothes. Walt has been too proud since he unlocked the Alpha level.

“You’re a lone wolf, who became lucky to be a true Alpha, don’t forget” Scott said.

“I have three Lunas” he said again, “And that stubborn Han. I’d handle him next time”.

“Don’t hurt him. He’s Lydia’s brother”.

“Yes, that’s the only reason why I hesitate. He’s our mate’s brother”.

Scott shuddered on hearing Walt refer to Lydia as their mate. Not like he hadn’t always known since they’re kids. It just felt weird.

As a matter of fact, the reason his mother had died in peace, leaving him in the world, was because she sensed his mate was near him.

She revealed he’d find her within three days and he’d found Lydia sulking the next day after her sisters refused playing with her.

He was glad he didn’t have to wait till eighteen to find her but he’s joy was short lived when her uncle termed him a wild person after a mistake.

As Walt was a young wolf, he had trouble coming to the surface, so he pushed all his anger on Scott to manifest.

Scott had hurt Lydia that day, making her unconscious and damaged her brain.

He had succeeded in making the forest forbidden, protecting the wolves. But he lost his mate and when she recovered she forgot everything about him. He stayed clear as he thinks it’s for the best.

Walt also stayed quiet normally after that. Scott was still sure he blamed himself for the mistake.

And now she was back to them, he wouldn’t let her go, even if it means putting up with the other part of her family.