Luna Aleksa's Escape
Luna Aleksa’s Escape Chapter 54

*Aleksa POV*

“Jackson!” I raised my voice in shock at him, unsure of why he was growling at poor Abbey.

“MATE!” Jackson yelled again. He looked confused and agitated. He started sniffing the air. “Mate was here!” He said, followed by another growl.

“Jackson, It’s just Alaric and Abbey staying here!” I called out, wondering what on earth was going on with him.

Jackson pushed past Abbey and started stalking around the room, he walked over to the couch and picked up a white fluffy sweater, he pulled it up to his nose and sniffed it.

I looked at Abbey, she wasn’t scared, she looked more amused than anything.

“Jackson?” I asked him, trying to snap him out of the trance he appeared to be in.

“This sweater! Who does it belong to?” Jackson demanded, looking at Abbey.

“I have no idea, it was already here when we got here. I assume either a cleaner or whoever stayed here last?” Abbey confirmed.

Both Jackson and Abbey whipped their heads towards me.

“I have no idea! I could ask Kingston or Kai if they know who stayed here last. It wouldn’t belong to the cleaning staff as they wear uniforms while working to protect their clothes.” I told them both.

“I’ll hold onto this.” Jackson declared.

Abbey just smiled sweetly.

“Jackson, that’s amazing! Don’t worry we will replace your mate in no time! But first, can we finish our discussion, if you don’t mind?” I asked Jackson hopefully. I know scenting his mate and not knowing who she is will be driving him crazy, so we will need to keep this short and sweet.

“Well, isn’t this an interesting development? I can see you are eager to replace the owner of the sweater so I will keep this brief.” Abbey stated.

Jackson crossed his arms at his chest, looked at Abbey impatiently, and gestured for her to proceed.

“As I said to Aleska, I am a hybrid. I’m half-witch, half werewolf, and I’m from a lineage of witches that serve the Kingdom, my family for generations has worked with the King and Queen and the royal family, in particular, working to protect them alongside other supernaturals,” Abbey declared.

“Long story short, before I was born there was an attack on the kingdom when a corrupt Elder enlisted the help of rogues and a dark witch. The King fought to defend the pack, while the Queen was supposed to be in the safe house with her pups. However, for some reason, they didn’t make it there in time, and the Queen and her daughter were killed, with only their son Callum to survive. As you know he is our current reigning King Callum,” Abbey said, taking a moment to catch her breath.

“Realizing that they weren’t going to win the battle, the rogues retreated, but not before a trusted Elder grabbed two of the royal pups, the King’s nephew and niece,” Abbey continued.

“The Elder was captured eventually, but the pups were no longer in his possession. He had placed them in separate packs on opposite sides of the country. Despite weeks of torturing he never gave up their locations.” Abbey declared.

“The Elder was found dead in his cell not long after that, it is thought that he was silenced, as he was found with a silver dagger laced with wolfsbane in his chest,” Abbey concluded.

“You look confused, and you are probably wondering how this is relevant to you. Let me simplify it for you,” Abbey declared.

“The royal pups that were kidnapped were crescent moon wolves, they were twins, a boy, and a girl, they were named Vicktor and Kristina,” Abbey said slowly.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume that your father’s name is Vicktor. Am I correct?” Abbey says cockily.

Jackson looked from Abbey then to me. I just nodded in agreement.

“My biological mother’s name was Kristina. And it would make sense to me because I could never understand why her father (my grandfather) could hate her so much. He practically ordered her death.” I said sadly as everything started to click into place for me in my head.

I felt a little relieved knowing that evil man wasn’t actually my b***d relative, but then even more confused as to who my biological grandparents actually are.

“Say this is the truth, and we are of royal b***d, and our parents were kidnapped, how are you such an expert on all of this? How do we know that we can trust you?” Jackson questioned Abbey.

“That’s a fair question, Jackson. I’m not sure what real evidence I can provide you with. I suppose you could try some genetic testing that might shed some light on your origins. Also, I would suggest that you would both have powers of some sort. Crescent moon wolves hold great power. I would suggest that there is little information out there, so you may not know how to harness those powers. I would like to try to help you in any way I can if you will let me.” Abbey said thoughtfully.

“While I do feel connected to Aleska, and I know that we are bound, I’m not sure that I buy your explanation. I will need to look more into this. I have matters to attend to. If you don’t mind. I will see myself out. Aleksa, are you coming?” Jackson huffed.

“I think I’ll hang out here with Abbey a little longer,” I told him, looking toward Abbey to ensure that it was alright that I stay a little longer. Abbey smiled with a pleased look on her face.

And with that Jackson hurried out the door and shifted into his wolf, Gray.

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*Jackson POV*

When I heard there had been a breach at the perimeter I jumped at the chance to go for a run in my wolf form. These past few months it has been getting harder to control my wolf. The toll of not replaceing my mate is taking it out of me. I act cavalier when people mention it around me but really I feel like I am struggling to maintain control. It’s not normal for an alpha wolf to go so long without their mate. I know my pack is getting nervous. I know that they worry I might go feral if I don’t replace her soon.

Since we arrived at Rocky Mountain Gray has been a bit off. It’s not just the crescent moon wolf stuff, something here keeps setting him off, but he won’t say what.

When I got back from my run Aleksa was waiting to speak with me, she seemed a bit nervous so I’m not sure what to make of it.

As I make my way to the training field I caught a whiff of her scent so I know that she’s already waiting. I prefer to get straight to the point so I’m relieved when she said that she wouldn’t beat around the bush. I was suspicious when she started asking about my bastard father.

Aleska then told me that there was someone that she wanted me to meet, so I humored her and we made our way to one of the pack cottages. A peppy-looking girl opened the door. I’m not sure what she is. I can smell a little werewolf but there is something else, it smelled like magic, a witch perhaps?

And then it hit me, the most intoxicating scent I’ve ever smelled. f**k me! I struggled to keep control. Gray is going mad. “MATE! MATE!” He screamed in my head. He followed it with a loud menacing growl, no doubt scaring the s**t out of the girls.

I struggle to reign him in, and then he pushes through, and I end up slamming past what’s her name, my nose leads the way to the couch where I can smell her sweet scent all over a white sweater. I grabbed it frantically and pulled it into my face, taking in a deep sniff. “Wild jasmine,” Gray said. “Our mate smells like wild jasmine with a hint of lemongrass!” Gray called out in my head.

“MATE!” I could confirm that the sweater indeed belongs to my future Luna. I looked to Aleksa and the one who opened the door. I heard Aleksa call something out. But I was too immersed in this overwhelming scent to listen.

They tell me that it must have belonged to someone that was in the cottage before they came to stay and Aleska tells me she will replace out who. Damn straight!

I reluctantly listened to what the witch had to say. Switching from thinking about my mate to listening to what she was saying. It all sounded highly probable, but I only had one thing on my mind right now. I needed to replace my mate. Gray was crashing around in my head. I needed to get out of here and shift before I lost it.

I decided that I would replace Kingston later and replace out who the sweater belongs to and then I will replace her and make her mine. Assuming she accepts me as her mate. Although I have a feeling that won’t be a problem. I can be very convincing. I have waited so long for this. I need my mate.

I cut the conversation short. I’m not really listening anyway. I tell myself that I will apologize to Aleksa later. I need to get out of here.

And with that, I run out the door and shift into my wolf, and we tear our way through the woods, releasing some of our pent-up tension.