The Alpha's Triple Lunas
The Alpha’s Triple Lunas Chapter 42

(At the Cavern)

Scott tied the shorts around his leg, before transforming to his wolf. Lydia’s mouth was opened when he looked up at her.

She touched the red tip of his tail. The contact with his mate made Walt purr silently. She bent down and massaged his legs that had red marks as well.

“You are one pretty wolf. Red and Black. Nice” she clapped approvingly.

“Thank you, Satisfied?” Walt titled his head. He knew she couldn’t hear him but he hoped she saw his tired expression. They’d wanted to see him transform.

“Your body bending and breaking like that. Is it painful?” his second spectator, Evelyn, enquired.

She seemed to be taken notes as she had a pencil and paper. She cared less for what he looked like.

Walt nodded. Then someone fell on him. He was glad he was huge or they both would have broken. It was Margaret. She had gone to fish with Han but was coming back alone.

“Margaret, why’re you running like a fish is chasing you?” Lydia smiled, but felt worried due to the speed her sister had ran in with.

Margaret breathe in and out before speaking, “You guys, Han just collapsed on the river while trying to swim. Also, I feel someone is watching me. Some dark energy I can’t explain is watching”.

Before she finished, Lydia and Walt were already sprinting towards the river.

She turned to her sister with her worried look, “It’s scary. I don’t know why I feel it”.

“You know this forest is weird. Werewolves and magic. Maybe get used to it but be careful” Evelyn rubbed her back to calm her down.

“Over here! Han!” Lydia rushed to the riverside. Her brother was laying waist down inside the river, while the rest in the grass.

He had been excited about swimming and finally got permitted to, only to faint?

“I knew he never really recovered from that dragon bird hit!” Lydia wailed. Walt carried the boy on his back, Lydia supporting him.

They weren’t any medications in the Cavern. Werewolves don’t get sick and their injuries heal faster. Evelyn was jealous of this.

“I’d have to take him to the Blue Moon’s pack doctor. Maybe Han broke something. His b***d isn’t flowing right” Scott announced.

He used his wolf hearing and something about Han’s veins seemed like they were transporting b***d the wrong place.

Evelyn stood up angrily, “No. Bring the doctor here. You’re not taking my brother to some den of unruly wolves”.

Lydia and Margaret gasped at her choice of words. Scott felt insulted but let it slide. It was Evelyn, she spoke as she felt. What could he do?

“It’d take two days to bring the doctor here as it could be an aged man with lots of medical equipment” he toned down his voice.

Evelyn looked unsure but she stood her ground, shaking her head.

“Werewolves don’t eat humans. They’re not barbaric” Scott soughed. Margaret came closer to him and hugged him.

Why was she the only one who felt how he’d feel when they spoke about werewolves like they were rabid dogs?!

Lydia rolled her eyes from the hug scene playing in front of her, “Why don’t we forget the doctor. Han just fainted. He’d wake up better”.

As she spoke, Han woke up. He began coughing out a great deal of b***d. Some spurted out from his eyes.

Evelyn wasted no time in commanding Scott to take them all to the Blue Moon. Scott, using a technique he learnt from his father, locked all Han’s veins, making him seem dead.

He only unlocked it within two hours intervals to not leave his body with no b***d circulation.

They packed every single belonging and Walt had to give the wolves power over the forest again. Even if they didn’t do well the last time.

They got to the Blue Moon pack the next day morning with Han already unconscious. Alpha Red welcomed them into his pack but had watched at Margaret weirdly.

Scott wondered if he sensed she was his mate too but his brain reminded him that the Alpha already had a Luna mate.

The pack doctor took Han and promised to give feedback within an hour. Evelyn wasn’t the most patient person but the aura the doctor emitted made her simply nod. He was a former Omega.

“Your infamous triple lunas?” The Blue Moon Luna walked into the sitting room where Scott and the sisters were peacefully having tea.

Scott didn’t have time for her little talks but given he was in her pack, he decided to engage her, “Pretty aren’t, they?”.

He had no intentions of being sassy but he had met Jackson earlier that day so it was rubbing off him.

“He’s one lucky guy, Luna” Jackson laughed as he walked in behind his Luna. Scott made the ‘speak of the devil’ smile.

The Luna hissed, flipping her hair, “The only one allowed to pretty here is me. Luna of Blue Moon. Though I do adore those h**s”.

She winked at Margaret. Margaret suddenly became self conscious, looked down at her h**s and blushed.

“Anyways, don’t habitually bring in sick people here. You’re not my pack member or friend anymore” she pointed at Scott.

“Believe me, my brother wouldn’t be here if we have another choice” Evelyn dropped her cup of tea and stared right in the Luna’s eyes.

The Luna faced her with the same energy. Jackson came closer to the Luna and went blank, mind linking to her who Evelyn was.

“Your ma… friend” she corrected herself,… Jackson, I guess they may not be feeling very comfortable here” she nodded.

“Yes, honestly I’m not. Y’all werewolves have a thing to you” Lydia confessed, avoiding the Lunas gaze.

Walt grunted on seeing his mate being intimidated by the Luna’s power.

She was purposely emitting her Luna powers but in a subtle way that can only affect mere humans. Mere humans like his Lunas.

“Why do you call them ‘Lunas’ anyway? Cos you became an Alpha few months ago?” she faced Scott.

“Got a problem with it?” Walt had spoken, Scott’s eyes glowed orange red to prove it.

The Luna gave one sassy hair flip before turning away, “Next time you come to my pack with sick people, come with peace offerings”.

“Don’t even bother. They won’t be a next time. We’d replace help on our own” Evelyn interrupted.

The Luna froze in her steps. Jackson began shaking his head slowly while Scott smirked.

“And did your ‘pack cook’ make this tea? Kinda tasteless but I appreciate. I hope the pack doctor does better than the pack cook?” She continued.

Lydia nodded, the tea was water with some brown pigments. Margaret just looked over at the Luna and Evelyn as they glared at each other.