The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

(Two Weeks Later)

Mica reached the entrance of the forest, panting and holding unto her injured leg. Curse silver. Curse Craitan soldiers. Curse her pack.

She wasn’t even part of her pack anymore yet they attacked her. Saying that they’re all animals. Didn’t they become allies recently.

“Cursed Humans! I’d rip them apart next time. Shallow creatures. Shame of earth” she kept on shouting to the trees.

She reached a river and fell at the bank, slurping down water. Small growl were behind her and she sighed, “Wait, please, not again”.

She heard some a small voice behind her and she turned. A dark haired pretty girl who watched her with a careful look.

The girl smelled of Luna energy so she stood up and bowed, “I am Mica, Luna, where’s your mate? May I meet Scott, Alpha of this pack?”.

Lydia stared at her, astounded, who’s the dangerous looking girl? How’d she know she’s Scott’s mate. She just realized four days ago.

She knew in the weirdest and unusual manner. Her mother, who was more of a military commandant, asked Scott who was his ante.

She found it had to believe that her three daughters were yoked to one man. Surely one had to be his mate.

Hearing she was the one, Lydia felt guilty but Margaret knew about it. And Evelyn said she sensed it. How could she be the only dumb one?

And this strange girl could know just by looking at her?, “How can you be sure I am his mate? Is it written on my face? Who are you?”.

Mica fondled with her soiled gown. The girl was human but did she not know her mate was Scott or..? She did smell of him.

“Look, miss. Just take me to him. I’m a rogue from Red Mountains Pack” she saw the Luna’s face contort so she added, “I’m no enemy”.

Lydia studied the wolves, besides her. They didn’t seem like they were under a threat so she assumed the girl wasn’t dangerous.

“My mate” her cheeks flushed, “… is currently healing from an injury. My elder sister and mother are at Galdrish and… I’m alone”.

She purposed left out Margaret as her sister. That girl could be embarrassing sometimes. Visiting a man who harassed her at his home.

Her excuse was they’re mates. Their mother couldn’t change her mind cos Margaret was still stiff towards her being their mother.

Mica sighed, “You’re alone. So can I follow you to meet Scott or maybe the Alpha of Blue Moon?” she didn’t want to see that one though.

Lydia thought for a while, “Follow me. Tell me what you want along the way”. Mica gladly hopped along, finally she’s getting an audience.

(Galdrish)

The trumpets blew after the King declared it. Evelyn looked around, confused. Xena smirked, “Your highness, very thoughtful of you”.

The King waved off the compliment. It was just him being strategical. And a Kingdom as big as Craitan could not be left unmanned.

She received an honorary medal from the Craitan General, she bowed, “Well done, Xena. You’d did good” the General whispered.

Evelyn stood transfixed, watching the whole scenario. Officer Twisthat began the cheer leading and pleasantries.

“All greet, Lady Xena of…” he looked at Xena, she whispered something to him and he continued, “… of Lucasia. All hail”.

There were more trumpeting. The people cheered.

Evelyn sneaked out of the hall to follow her mother, who was also sneaking out. She was glad ball and parties were both not their thing.

“Is it the name?” Xena chuckled, hearing Evelyn’s footsteps behind her, “Well, since I couldn’t name Han, Lucas. I’d give Craitan”.

Evelyn sighed. She didn’t care about that. And she’d have preferred Han answering Lucas than some foreign name but he wanted it.

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Not that Chan wouldn’t have changed his name as well. “I am more concerned on you being Lady of Craitan now Lucasia” she replied.

It was smart. Craitan can’t be left to be desolate or else thieves can use it to start an army. And the people would be rid off.

But why is her mother, who just got rescued from Craitan’s prison, the one to go and rule the remnant of their people?

“I am knowledgeable about Craitan. And I can change their ridiculous practices. Not to add that I have experience in leading” Xena mentioned.

Evelyn felt skeptical and numb, her mother just rejoined their family, two weeks ago and she was leaving to return to where she’d been.

“You can come with me, be my right hand and eventual successor. That is, if you and Jackson aren’t serious” Xena broke her thoughts.

She frowned, she was yet spanked Margaret from spilling that she was Jackson’s mate, in front of their mother liked that.

She deserved to hear it from the man himself. She didn’t know how to act around him. It gave more meaning when hearing it from him.

“Jackson and I, well, we have a lot of developing to do. He’s a Beta and now he’s pack will be bigger. And me, I have dreams too”.

Xena nodded. Marriage and commitment are things that should be done only when one is ready. It shouldn’t be pushed or rushed.

“I respect your decision. I am not a mother who’s looking for a grandchild in a hurry” Xena chuckled. Evelyn smiled. It sounded beautiful.

“So, pack up. Tell your lover boy he can visit Lucasia anytime. His pack and Lucasia will be allies so your future marriage will be easier”.

Evelyn kept her face straight. And her mother said she wasn’t in a hurry for grandchildren. She just prophesied a marriage.

“I’d go pack now. And tell my ‘lover boy’ the message” Evelyn sighed, she walked off. Xena smirked, felling contend.

Somehow the universe heard her prayer. Her daughters grew up to become Queens of themselves and of kingdoms.

Lydia was Luna Queen of Forbidden Forest, a kingdom of werewolves. Margaret, a mate Queen to Dark Dynasty, a land of mythical creatures.

Her Evelyn, future Lady of Lucasia and mate to Blue Moon’s Beta. And her two boys, Han and Chan, would make good soldiers one day.

She saw Evelyn waved down at her then pointed at Sylvester who came to see her. Clenching her fists she stomped down.

She’s so going to give him a piece of her mind. If he didn’t know the difference between “Care and Abuse”, she’d punch in the difference him.