The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Margaret dragged Lydia back as the dragon bird kept marching towards them. Her eyes darted to Han that was laying on the ground.

She prayed he wasn’t dead. She barely got to interact with him like her sisters had.

“Lydia stay with me” she slapped Lydia’s face continuously.

Lydia shook her head and held tightly unto her sword, “If it dares come closer, I’d plant this sword in it and write my name of it’s chest”.

Margaret nodded. At least she was well aware that she was conscious, as conscious as she could be, at the time.

There was a loud slap from behind the bird. Blood streamed down from it’s beak and from it’s eyes before it fell face down towards them.

Lydia winced in pain as the dust generated from the fall flew into her eyes. She began flinging her sword around. “Who is they! Stay away”.

Margaret stayed clear from her and smiled with joy when Scott enveloped her in a hug.

“I’m sorry” he said to her.

He had to break the hug when Lydia’s sword pointed at him as she asked who he was. Even when saying who he was, she threatened to kill him.

He knew it was his fault for messing her brain like that. And not being smart enough to know the Queen would have tracked them.

“Lydia, it is Scott. Put the sword down” Margaret said sternly.

“What do you mean! Evelyn was carried away by them. They want to take us too!” she cried holding unto the sword like her life depended on it.

Scott sighed and using wolf speed snatched the sword from her and hitting her back to make her fall unconscious.

Margaret was surprised by the sudden move but caught her younger sister before she fell, so her head won’t get messed up further.

“Evelyn was taken by a bird. Did you see her?”. Scott nodded and helped her take Lydia to a bed.

Margaret rushed to Han and saw his heart still beating. She sprinkled some water on his face, resting his back on a tree. He got his consciousness soon.

“How’s Evelyn and Lydia, are they okay?” was the first question he asked.

Margaret gulped down saliva and nodded, “Yeah, they’re okay. In okay too”.

She felt bad he didn’t ask about her but so far she’s been tensed towards him and showed no sibling affection.

She turned to Scott and found him, cleaning off the blood on Lydia’s body while she slept. He was so gentle and winced whenever he felt he touched her injury.

There goes her dream man but she expected it.

“Evelyn” Han called, standing up.

Margaret looked confused at the man helping Evelyn walk. She felt terrible seeing a hole on her sister’s leg left by that bird. It won’t heal soon.

“Scott, You!” Evelyn started lashing out on Scott the moment she saw him.

Complaining in how the wolves didn’t let them move around for food and fruits. And how they were cooped inside the cavern all through.

She also added how the birds were able to track them by using his zap of energy. That was the report by the riders of the dragon bird.

Scott knew she was angry. Seeing herself badly injured and her younger siblings traumatized would be hard for her.

The only thing she was missing was; he never planned for it to happen. Infact he was avoiding all these so took the first initiative of peace.

“So with all these recent happenings, I’ve come to a final decision. We’d leave your goddamn forest. Not to get involved with werewolves problems!” Evelyn finished her rant.

“What?!” Scott lost his cool, “You can leave if you want to. You can’t just take my Lunas away!”. It was Walt speaking at that point.

Evelyn looked at him bewildered before breaking into laughter. Margaret watched sadly, she knew it wouldn’t end well.

“We became your Lunas the moment you paid our dowry, right? Marg, bring those gold coins. I’d pay you double and take my sisters with me. Good?”.

Scott was taken aback, “That wasn’t… what I meant. That was Walt not me”.

“My decision remains, Scott. With cool heads now, I’d say, it’s dangerous. Look at you, your injuries are healed but ours, we’re humans”.

Scott felt his eyes stinging. He understood what she meant. This was what the Queen wanted one way or the other. To provoke him and his Lunas.

“But, what if the Queen kidnaps your sisters while you’re away from us?” it was Jackson.

He had to think of a way to stop her from leaving. If she leaves, then that’s a goodbye to his mate, one he had been looking for long.

“Well, y’all send someone to protect us. I don’t know” Evelyn said nonchalantly.

Margaret came close and held her, “You’re just angry at the turns of everything. But believe me, here is safer. We’re married by our villages laws and can’t leave him, we should just… fight it”.

Evelyn rolled her eyes and tried walking back to the cave, she nearly tripped but Jackson held her.

“Let me be. And you, who’re you? And what’s a mate? You called me your mate?” she turned sharply at him.

He knew she wasn’t in the right state of mind to discuss such so he just let Margaret hold her, “I’m sorry. Forget that”.

Han who’d been watching silently gaped at Jackson. He hadn’t seen him before. Did he refer to his eldest sister as a mate?

He’s been trying his hardest to make sure his sisters didn’t get too involved with the werewolves.

And he really supported Evelyn’s decision, even though it’s half-baked as the village will forbid them leaving their husband’s home.

But if any of his sisters are mates to a werewolf, that’d be bad. Werewolves never let go of their mates. And that’d be a bad development for him.

“Don’t worry, Evelyn, Dark Dragon Dynasty will be punished. They cant come here again. I hope that bird never returned?” Scott asked Jackson.

“No, it didn’t” Jackson answered straight forward. Scott was actually expecting a teasing answer or sarcasm as it was his usual.

But his eyes seemed darker and Scott remembered that that bird was responsible for the injury on his mate’s leg. It surely died a horrible death.

He was surprised when Jackson had halted him while he was rushing back, saying his he could smell his mate.

And then Evelyn had screamed for help above them, so he knew it was her. He let him catch her to brood a good ground but it seemed Evelyn was more hot headed than he thought.

“I’m serious still” Scott sighed when she continued, “I have hopes of leaving with my sisters”.

She limped, with Margaret’s help, into the cave. Han was following her when Scott said.

“I am afraid your friend wouldn’t be spared. He’s right hand to the King. Their punishment is death”.

Han’s expression changed from shock to sadness and then to anger. He stomped off, continuing his way into the cave.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.