The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

He was confused on how to resolve this.

“Wait” he pulled his sister behind him as a young woman passed him.

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Cold Prince thought she looked smaller than the black haired that tricked. Though her size fit the figure of the one who caged him.

“She’s the youngest” His sister confirmed.

“Let’s kill her for a start” she added.

Cold Prince shook his head. He needed to escape first. Know the fate of his army.

And then return now he knew the topography of the forest. He would come unannounced to create his loud anger.

He sneaked behind the trees, crawling behind every stone. Weirdly, his sister was keeping up without noise.

“Han! Margaret wants to arm wrestle with you?” The youngest walked closer to them, making them halt.

His eyes turned gray involuntarily and he began whispering some words. His sister hit him making him come back to himself.

“What was that? You’re whispering. She’d hear you” she frowned.

He looked back at the youngest, “Oh my, she is the true Luna of the Wolfman. I’m wondering if we should kidnap her as repay”.

He hadn’t expected his dark energy to have sensed her but it was magic after all and could fulfill ones soulful desires.

Why was the boy having three Lunas if he already had a Luna? He was past eighteen so knew who it was.

“Lydia, if he’s too chicken to arm wrestle with me. Let him be” Margaret stomped out of the cave. She wore an annoyed and tired look.

Cold Prince’s eyes tarried on her.

“She’s the worst sister” little queen said.

He nodded in his heart, he had had a taste of her. Luckily, the youngest cleared away from them. Though her eyes searched around for Han.

“Let’s move” Cold Prince picked his sister up before she could protest and ran towards the cave door.

(Dark Dragon Dynasty)

The young man exhaled before knocking on the wooden door.

“Come in” a voice boomed.

He wriggled his nose in confusion as he opened the door. He was expecting the make voice that usually guarded the room. Not a female’s.

The woman who he came to see was sitting on bed, wearing a black gown, bare feet with a bird playing on her laps.

“My Queen” the boy fell on his feet immediately. He looked confused as he hadn’t expected the queen to be up.

“How many soldiers came back? How many were lost?” She asked, standing from the bed and letting the bird fly away.

She went to the only candle light illuminating the room and switched it off with her bare hands.

“Three hundred left with the Prince. Sixty returned, thirty-two injured. The prince and little princess held hostage” the young boy reported.

The Queen’s eyes darkened and she turned to the boy, “Chan, where were you when this was happening?”.

His eyes trembled while he spoke, “My Queen I was ordered to stay back to be sure the dwarfs do as they’re told. There was an earlier uprising amongst them”.

The Queen stayed quiet and the silence sent shivers down Chan’s spine. His sword flew out of its sheath and rested on his head.

He looked at her, her eyes were dark. He knew she was using her dark magic. He wasn’t sure she should since she’d just recovering.

“Chan, will you accept the position of right hand to me for the time being? Even after my son is back?” she asked, sweetly.

He stammered, “Isn’t… my purpose to… serve you? I will do as you say. Only that… um… who becomes your son’s right hand”.

She raised the sword from his head, wearing a smug smile, “A King doesn’t need a right hand. He needs an adviser. And you, my dear, are too young for that” she began walking away.

The sound of bare legs on the wooden floor brought back memories that Chan didn’t want to return too.

“I’d perceive you want to visit the forbidden forest?” he stood on his feet, clearing his head.

“No, I want to send you. Whatever is holding my son from coming home should be a minor issue. Fasten up and bring them back. We have a coronation in our hands” she danced cutely before letting out a guffaw of laughter.

They made Chan shiver and cringe as he headed for the door.

Her voice stopped him, “Chan though… well, um, did you miss me?”.

He wanted to throw up so badly at the question but he held his composure. She was the Queen of the dark dynasty. He shouldn’t disrespect.

“I wished you good health while you were sick, your highness” he bowed to hide his disgusted look.

“Thank you! I’ve been feeling better for a while now. Just I wanted my son to find out when he visits me. But things changed. Go now” she pointed at the door.

Her eyes darkening and his sword diving back into his sheath. For a moment he thought she was attacking him.

She was the crazy dark queen who had been sick for three years, anything can be presumed. He gave a 90° bow before leaving again.

The hadn’t even gone far when the dragon birds began flying a top heading out of the dark dynasty borders.

They just be responding to the flute. Which only meant the Prince and his sister were on their way back.

He began riding faster to catch up, looking back at intervals to be sure the second horse, which he brought for the Prince and princess followed.

He fell on his feet, giving a full bow, when he saw them. They didn’t look like they had a fight. They looked quite tensed bit no blood, fresh blood.

“Chan, rise. No need for a full bow. You’re my right aid” Cold Prince sighed, he climbed the horse and stretched forth his hand to help his sister climb with him.

Chan rose but with a sad look. He wasn’t to inform him of his new position. His mother would tell him herself.

The last time he reported the queen, he was punished.

“I’d ride with Chan” the little queen slapped her brother’s hand away.

Chan looked horrified, he stammered, “No,.. I mean, why… you’d slow me down… I mean… ride with your…” he clenched his fists.

The last thing he wanted was the twit rubbing his shoulders claiming to give him therapy. Cold Prince grinned at them. They looked cute.