The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

(At the Cavern)

“And that’s bag three” Scott rolled his eyes.

One thing he never realized about having three Lunas was that they’ll want you to respect their three decisions when you need one.

He didn’t plan on taking Evelyn’s suggestion on staying at the Blue Moon Pack for a week.

Before he could revolt, Margaret had helped him pack clothes. Evelyn packed supplies and Lydia packed fruits. In different three bags!

Did they know he owned no horse or was he supposed to carry all these and still run?

“Not to be insensitive to your efforts but he is just informing them about something. He isn’t staying too long to plan a war” Han looked briefly between his sisters.

Scott knew he was coming from a different direction but it still made sense. He carried two bags back to his cave and began unpacking, despite their sulking.

“Women are so demanding” Han came in with the last one.

“And I have three Lunas” Scott said rather proudly.

The thud Han dropped the bag with made him turn.

“There’s no actual way you have three. Is any of them your mate or did you just help them escape their uncle as they said?”.

Scott wasn’t ready for that conversation. Of mates. Who his true Luna would be. She wasn’t even ready to know who she was.

The first time it was revealed to him, he ended up freaking out then losing her.

He knew he was young then and couldn’t have protected her but the memories haunted him. He feels it’s best he forgot about the mate bond.

“Han, I saved your sisters from your uncle. This marriage, you should know, isn’t very serious” he chuckled.

“Good. Nice to know?”.

Scott frowned, what did he mean “good, nice to know”? He didn’t see Han in the cave anymore so he pushed the question aside.

“Watch out for wolves and…” Lydia swallowed her remaining words.

“He is a wolf. They should watch out for him” Margaret teased.

Scott made a finally wave at them before leaving. Exhaling in relief that they finally let him carry his small backpack that would let him run easily.

He met the Alpha of the animal wolf pack, his flashed red as he bowed to it. He gave it back the authority of the forest since he won’t be around.

“He should be nice to my Lunas” Scott was surprised Walt said that. He communicated according to the animal wolf.

Scott took off his shirt and shorts, leaving himself only with a singlet and underwear, he put them in his bag.

He had thoughts on taking them off but Walt jumped to the surface, bones began cracking, bending, revealing a black wolf with reddish tail.

“It will be a long run” Walt said to him. The other wolves whimpered and ran off, not being able to stand Walt’s aura.

It has been a long time Walt had made presence. He rarely did since he became an Alpha not to intimidate the wolves.

He hung the bag around his neck and shook his body, preparing himself for his speed.

He started with making small jumps and leaps before finally zooming off. His body creating zaps as he ran.

(Dark Dragon Dynasty)

“I crown you, Gerard Valentine, as the King and Emperor of the Dark Dragons Dynasty. To rule and protect, even in death” the General tapped the silver sword on both of Cold Prince’s shoulder.

The crowd cheered and clanged glasses and the party commenced. The Queen was working hard, guiding the maidens.

They had had a party days before and none of them had gone to the market to refill their resources.

Today was her son’s coronation and nothing should go wrong. No wastes at all.

“More wine, Sophie” she yelled at a blonde. The girl seemed to have frowned before dashing off.

The Queen followed her eyesight and it rested on her son. Smiling and receiving taps on the back from ministers and generals.

She didn’t like that. He was their King now and not the little boy they trained in sword art and strategy.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

He outgrew that so shouldn’t be so humble. Well, she’d been asleep for three years, they may have been the closest he had to a parent.

Her eyes darted to the fine brown-haired man besides her son. Wearing a silver armor with black highlights. The ministers smiled at him but didn’t dare touch him as he glared deep at them.

The Queen smiled, that aura was very charming to her. Reminded her of her husband.

“Come on, Chan. Enjoy the party. As I’m King, you’re my right hand. Don’t you like that?” The new King nudged Chan.

Chan smiled a little but it faded when the King wasn’t watching.

The Queen had said he was too young for it, why was he given? He would have settled for assistant general or anything lower. He already planned what to use his free time for.

He spun around as a maid hurried past him. He balanced and clashed eyes with the Queen staring at him with strangeness in her eyes.

He looked away and stayed close to the King.

“Cold Prince, now you’re King, do you think you can commence with my plan?” he initiated a conversation as he noticed the Queen coming.

“Ahh, yes, your plan. But wait now. And call me Gerard. I have few people to call me by name. And I’m no longer a Prince” The King winked.

He smacked a lady’s buttocks while she smiled seducingly at him. He motioned towards the door, indicating she should follow him out.

She smiled wider and dropped her glass of wine. Chan jumped in front of them before they moved far.

“I mean” he was looking for more words, “The sooner, the better. Scott might try making contact with the other wolf packs”.

The Queen came to them, running her son’s hair, “Congratulations my son. And to you too, Chan. You’re looking fine today as always”.

Chan gulped down air. “Thank you, your highness”.

She placed her hands on him and was almost pulling him to herself. Chan had sworn amidst himself to defend himself but then Scott pulled her hand away.

“Wait mother. Chan, what did you mean by Scott contacting other packs? Are they other packs there?” he looked fixedly at Chan.

The Queen scowled and left.

Chan gave an inaudible sigh of relief, “Yes, two more. Red Mountains is far and he’d pass through here. But Blue Moon is a day walk and he’s even a werewolf. It’d take him hours”.

Gerard face twisted and he glared at Chan. Chan didn’t know if he was angry at him or just frustrated at the information.

“If he’s making partners. Then let’s get ours as well” he gritted his teeth, flipping his hair back.

The lady he nearly left with came close, to calm him, but he tossed her aside, pulling Chan outside the party with him.