The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Margaret was having her first full table meal at the house of her kidnapper. She always dreamed of having it with her sisters.

Where they’d eat without minding who was watching. Now her problem was what was in the food? Poisoned?

Gerard saw she was just sitting there, staring at the food. She had been nagging about being hungry and almost dying, won’t she eat now?

Margaret exhaled. This was torment. She hoped Chan and Lu went back safely. And that Han got the help he needed.

She was really worried if he survived or not. And everyone must be so worried. But none would they come here. Till Scott returned.

“The soup would get cold” Gerard reminded her. She could act stubborn with food? So much like his sister.

“I don’t want to eat. Can I eat fruits or something instead?” Margaret reasoned that fruits would have lower chances of being poisoned.

Gerard chuckled, “You think it’s poisoned? Why would I poison you? I can just kill you if I get tired you” he got up from his chair.

Margaret pushed the soup away. He could kill her if he got tired and he might have gotten tired. Not withstanding that the soup smelled spicy.

Gerard sat besides her on the table crossing his legs and commanded her to eat. She faced him, crossed her own legs and shook her head, looking him dead in the eyes.

Her attitude was impressive. Compared to the women he met that were ready to please him, “You being stubborn would only make me grow tired of you faster”.

“And I want that. I’m tired of you already. I just needed to kill you but you had to make things hard and survived” she sounded regretful.

Gerard’s eyes dimmed on remembering the incident. The only person that came close to him, close enough to cut him.

And that person turned out to be his catalyst. He still didn’t know what made him lose his guards. This dark energy was a curse.

Even when he had hit her unconscious, he felt a pain on his own body where he had hurt her, it made him fall too till his soldiers found them.

She knew that he felt her pain so why think he’d poison her? Maybe she wasn’t sure or had forgotten. It was better leverage for him.

“I bet if you starve for two more days, you’d beg me for food. And I want to see that” he snapped his fingers and his cook began taking away almost half of the food on the table.

Margaret watched the food go but she didn’t show even a single sign of regret. This King might not have known her.

Her uncle gave her hunger nights sometimes and even once three days. She could live with it. At worse, she let herself die than give him the pleasure of killing her.

“You’d never make break through with your catalyst if you do things this way” his mother sneaked into the dining hall where they were.

Gerard frowned at her rude entry. Margaret lingered on the woman before looking off. She rested her head on the table, ignoring them.

“She isn’t hungry, what should I do?” Gerard brought some food to his mouth. He lost his appetite and dropped it back, glaring at the cause of his mood change.

“Naturally, women are supposed to be petted” his mother muttered in his ears, “And she is your catalyst and possible Queen, means you should triple the petting”.

In other words, he should enslave himself to please her? Gerard could tell his mother’s knots were loosening.

“Why don’t you speak with her, women to women. Threaten her as you like. I’m tired” he sighed.

Margaret shook her legs speedily under the table then looked down under it. Gerard followed her.

“Anya? What are you doing there?”.

The little girl squeezed her head out, on seeing her mother she retracted her head and sat back under the table.

“She’s mad at me as Chan was imprisoned and now escaped. But Anya, here’s the girl who helped him escape actually” her mother laughed.

Anya looked out again, “I’m glad she helped him escape from you. You’re horrible” she put her head back in.

Gerard frowned but his mother just laughed more. Margaret looked from the girl to the King and then then woman.

If she should assume that’s their mother, why was the princess sitting under the table. And speaking of Chan.

“Ahh, where you friends with Chan?” she looked down at the girl. The girl rolled her eyes, shifting from her.

“Don’t worry. Chan is with my brother, Han. He was never happy here so we took him away. Don’t blame yourself, you live with horrible people truly”.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The girl looked up and smiled and crept from the table, sitting besides her.

“Not everyone gets to have the best family members. I feel you. I have a horrible uncle. A tiring cousin. But two amazing sisters. And Han” Margaret hugged her.

“Maybe while I am here, before I die, I can teach you ways to totally ignore them till you’re old enough to leave?”.

The little princess nodded, “Yes. And visit Chan someday?”.

Margaret nodded, “Scott would readily accept anyone, who won’t cause trouble, into his pack. And you can grow up with the boys”.

The Queen huffed, slamming her hands on the table. How could this girl come into her kingdom and try to turn her daughter against her!

“You are a tough one to handle. Why should you be my son’s mate? Of all the people in the world. One of Scott’s Lunas!” the woman wailed.

She shook her head, getting her composure and stormed out of the room.

Margaret’s eyes twitched. She was the king’s mate. She stared at him and found his eyes darkened, glaring at her.

What was that? She shoved it off. She had seen Scott’s eyes red. Could mean they’re feeing powerful or something.

And this King would surely not touch her not with her new position.

“I am your mate, huh? You’re not a werewolf so I see why you don’t value your mate. Also, I’m married. You’d deal with that” she sassed.

Gerard slowly got up from his chair and sauntered towards her. Anya cleared from Margaret, watching her brother cautiously.

“You are just a girl from the village at the outskirts of Galdrish. An orphan. Abused by her uncle” he fumed.

Margaret’s expressions changed. Did he do a background check on her? Whoever he sent didn’t find everything then.

“I’m also fought soldiers for my village. Fought wolves. Captured a royal princess. And stabbed a King. My parents were warriors. And my uncle, he was paid good. Nice try”.

She forced the tears stinging in her eyes not to stream down.

Gerard’s eyes changed back to normal as he breathed down, “You have overflowing confidence, don’t you?”.

“Bro, you know nothing of me. And as your mate, I’d be your worst nightmare. You’d see”.

“I’m already seeing. But I have my own plans as well” the King clicked his tongue before dragging Anya away from the dining hall.