The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

(Dark Dynasty Kingdom)

Dead. They returned his mother back to him dead and stabbed multiple times. He dragged his eyes up to Margaret.

She had hate in her eyes. Hate for him? What did he do wrong?

“Mother?” Anya walked into the court room, “Mother! Mother!!” she fell on the bloodied body on the ground, crying her eyes out.

Gerard let his own tears fall. He had given clear instructions. Why did the dark energy use his mother? Why did she let it use her?

Anya looked up at Margaret and matched her hateful look with a much more hateful look, “You killed her? You killed my mother, Margaret?”

“Jessy was not even your age yet” Margaret hissed, Anya arched her eye brow in confusion, “Yet your mother stabbed a knife into her!”.

Margaret pushed Anya back till she hit her brother. The girl slid to the ground, looking at Margaret frightened.

Gerard glared at his mate, “Anya has nothing to do with this. My mother killed and was killed. I guess we can finally draw the lines here”.

He took Anya in his arms and carried her away. She gave him a disappointed look but he didn’t meet her gaze.

Margaret shook her head, “Not yet. Why did you want me back? You dropped me off so why did your mother want me back?”.

Gerard smirked, turning back at her, “My mother wanted you back, not me” he regretted it immediately, he folded his lips shut.

Margaret’s eyes darkened, “Just wanted to know. Drop that body in a farmland. She even hurt my sisters and husband”.

She wanted to spit on the body but restrained herself for the little respect she had for the King, “We draw the lines here. Goodbye”.

Anya felt herself slipping from her brother’s hands so she jumped down. His hand grew weak. Did he just reject his mate?

“You rejected her?” Anya’s broken voice asked.

Gerard glanced at her. Would she blame him? She’d blame him. He pulled her to himself, falling on his knees, “We only have each other, Anya”.

The little girl wasn’t getting it. She looked down at her mother’s lifeless body being taken away by soldiers.

She broke from her brother’s hug and ran out of the palace to get Margaret. She couldn’t be the only thing her brother had, she didn’t how to be.

She found Margaret coming out of the prison house.

“Went to see that annoying dwarf?” a man on a horse and asked her. Margaret smiled at him, he gave his hand and she jumped on the horse.

Anya knew Scott and Blue Moon’s Alpha, that wasn’t him, “Excuse me, Margaret?” she stayed in front of the horse, “Could you stay for tea?”.

The man on horse glared at her, “No, go away” he spoke with so much disgust, it hurt Anya’s pride.

“I wasn’t speaking to you, wolfman. Keep shut. And Margaret, would you tea at my place?” she asked again.

The man growled, jumping from the horse which also seemed angry, and charged at her.

Margaret held him back while Anya only took a step back. “No, Anya. I can’t tea. We drew the line, remember?”.

Margaret raised her hand to shut the girl, “Your mother killed his sister, an eight year old girl. And well, I gave your mom those stabs as well”.

The little princess’s lips shook. Flashes of the multiples stabs on her mother’s chest came to her mind. And the big hole on her skull.

“So, we can’t tea. You can’t tea with the one who killed your mother. And me, I hate you and everything about this place” the horse sped off.

Gerard dragged Anya and held her face, “Why did you do that? Are you happy you heard all those?” his voice was hoarse and teary.

She sank her head on his shoulders, “I just wanted to help you get your mate back. I’m not the best sister. Mom wasn’t the best mom. And she’s, well, close to the best”.

Gerard carried her, holding her with one arm. He watched at the direction had sped to. His mate hated him. And he rejected her.

The line was really been drawn. Anya could stop doing stupid things. Nothing could heal this.

(At the Cavern)

Lydia wiped the gummy blood stains off her elder sister’s leg. She heard neighs of a horse and smiled, Jackson and Margaret were back.

“You should talk to him, Eve. Stop blaming yourself for Jessy’s death. You only wanted to help” Lydia smiled.

Evelyn chuckled. Finally, they’re calling her Eve. She saw Lydia was confused by her laughter so she shook her head, “I’m okay”.

Lydia nodded. She hoped she was. Margaret stomped into the cave later, tossing a flower at Evelyn then falling on her bed.

“For me?” Evelyn admired them.

“From Jackson” Margaret clicked. Lydia gave her the eyes.

Evelyn dropped the flowers, immediately. What was it for? A thank you for being reckless and killing his sister? It made her more guilty.

“Also, I checked the arrow mount. That boy did configure it wrongly. You could have made that shot. Just saying” Margaret rested on her back.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. Lydia laid on her laps. Evelyn winced a bit, her legs were still painful. Han and Chan had been laying on it all day!

“I told the King I killed his mother. Not to his face but I told his sister. And she has a big mouth so she’d tell” Margaret declared.

Lydia clapped. What else could she do? She didn’t see how the Queen was killed but everyone was talking about it.

Perhaps it was too drown the death of Jessy with the heroic act of Margaret. It was better. They shouldn’t count the losses but wins.

“This werewolf world has brought both pain, happiness and adventure to us. Bigger than we imagined” Evelyn reminisced.

“I have a hunch that it isn’t over. Maybe with dark dynasty but somehow something’s gonna come up” Lydia laughed. Her sisters joined her.

For their sake, nothing should. But if they were to stay in this world, something surely would.

“Oh, Red Mountains. We are not done with them. Alpha Red said things ended pretty badly there” Margaret snapped her fingers.

It almost sounded like she wanted them not to be done. Evelyn remembered something and jerked her legs for Lydia to get off it.

She tried standing but fell back. “What do you want to her?” Lydia asked her grumpily.

Evelyn exhaled before speaking, “It is none of this world’s business but I thought Scott needed to know. Galdrish is having war with Craitan”.

There was silence in the room before Margaret started clapping, “There it is. Our new adventure. Ready or not sisters?”.

Lydia had a fearful expression. Goosebumps filled her skin. A war with Craitan would be like the one that claimed both her parents’ life.