The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

They sat together on the round table, pondering on their next course of action. Jackson raised his hands to say something so they both turned.

“I believe King Gerard. If Margaret is his mate, it’s only right that he warns us that Craitan and Red Mountains are plotting to attack us”.

Red sighed but Scott nodded at Jackson. It had already been established that the letter from the Dark Dynasty King was true.

Their problem was how to protect themselves. Was the death of Jessy slowing Jackson’s brain or was he thinking of something else?

“What can we do then?” Scott asked calmly. Deep down, he regretted things. Walt wasn’t regretting but should be.

If he had peacefully left Red Mountains and accepted their “no”, they wouldn’t be plotting against them. Walt still felt he was right.

And Red Mountains, they had to be very despicable and incoherent to ally with a Kingdom they want extinct.

“It would be really easy to turn Red Mountains against Craitan, judging from the fact that they hate humans” Red assured. The two nodded.

That was certain but they need to find how to turn them against each other.

The way the war between them and Dark Dynasty was diverted was because the King turned against the dark energy.

What helped him turn was, according to Margaret, he hurt his mate and realized he was being controlled.

Red Mountains had hatred for Craitan and so did Craitan for Red Mountains, and for all Werewolves. Just a little spark can do tricks.

“Wait, Chan lived close to Craitan. He said the monks had problems with Craitan’s dishonesty. None of their ally treaties were ever true”.

Red studied Scott. Everyone knew Craitan were immoral and dishonest. But how’d they…

“Wait, are you saying that’s it’s possible the terms and conditions on Red Mountains and Craitan’s treaty could be faked?” he asked.

Scott shrugged, “Craitan is dishonest. They must have done something dishonest to Red Mountains that can break them apart”.

Red snapped his fingers, excitedly, he needed to see Chan. He had more questions. He stood up to leave and Scott followed him.

He paused and made a U-turn back for Jackson, “You’ve be spacing off recently. Why? Did Evelyn say yes to you?” he deadpanned.

Jackson snapped back to reality, “What?”.

Scott glared at them, “Hey, don’t woo my Luna. You need to ask permission before asking her out. She’s still under my protection, you know”.

Red laughed at them, pulling Jackson up “Think of her later. If we get attacked by Red Mountains, she may not live”.

It was a hard truth, that slapped Jackson so hard he concentrated on the meeting. Chan was called on later.

Skipping into their midst, he was taken aback to see the three werewolves waiting on him.

“In the midst of two Alphas and a Beta. Book worthy” he sassed, sitting on the round table, there was nowhere else to sit.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Red sighed, getting up and placing him on his chair, “So Chan, tell me about all Craitan’s allies? What happened with them?”.

It wasn’t much news on what happened to them? All other Kingdom’s that had been Craitan’s ally, were vanquished by them.

Chan smirked, feeing very important, “First, I heard of the letter sent by Gerard. And I can assure you that he won’t join the fight”.

He saw the dissatisfied and bored look the men had so he continued, “Craitan has a dark royal line. I bet Scott would know them better”.

Scott frowned when they all looked at him. He knew nothing of Craitan.

The closest he had been to the city was when he and his father rescued is mother that they kidnapped for slave.

But that was what Chan was heading on.

The dark royal started from one of the sons of a Craitan King who wasn’t in line to the throne but massacred his brothers to get there.

Before his reign, he had captured a young red haired wolfess, who Chan later found out was Scott’s mother.

During that time the King had obsessed over the lady because there was a belief that red heads were goddesses on earth.

The last Chan heard was the King died but his dying wish to his daughter was to get the lady back. It’s invalid as the woman is dead

Craitan’s multiple misfortunes had started after the Crowned Prince and all other eligible brothers were killed in cold blood.

Starting the reign of the dark royal line. All the King’s children ever born died, except his daughter who had a regeneration ability.

The King had also attacked the Crown Prince’s loyal allies so they’d be no one to contend against him.

Defeating Craitan, who has the biggest army, was a huge feat. Well, Galdrish was known to have the best warriors, not in terms of size.

“So, may the best of the bests win” Chan finished his narration and bowed. Red smiled, the kid could go run a talk show or something.

“Okay, so the King’s dying wish was to meet my mom. Why?” those words of Chan and been haunting Scott all through the narration.

His mother was pretty, beautiful but she was his father’s mate. He took the blessed hair color from her, would they mistake him for her?

“I know you look like your mom. You should be scared” Jackson chucked. Scott glared at him. This was not the time to taunt him.

“Scott, our war is with Red Mountains not Craitan. And you’re obviously not your mother. Chan, anything else?” Red enquired.

The boy thought for a while, “The Craitan Princess is really pretty, you all should be careful. She’s the first crush I ever had”.

The men laughed, “Where did you see her?”

“At the monk. She used to pray there but she stopped. I felt bad” Chan smiled.

“Nothing on how she got her regenerative ability?” Jackson probed further.

The only creatures with regenerative abilities were werewolves. Unless there was an untold story. And that made it even scarier.

Scott spaced off while trying to remember when his mother was rescued. He was four and could fit a hole on the wall of Craitan.

He peeked in to see how his father was fighting guards who tried to drag his mother back. He had growled angrily when one dragged his mother by her hair.

He cried when his mother narrated the incident to their Alpha. It had happened so fast, she wanted to save a little girl from a lion.

But it was a trap and a Prince had claimed her there to be his slave. If not for her mate, she feared she could have been killed.

Now, Scott knew what could have happened. His mother might most likely be a monument to represent the goddesses.

Or worse, the new King’s sex-slave. They hated werewolves so wouldn’t give her any other honorary position.