The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

“See how gentle he is with water. Imagine how much gentle he’ll be with a woman” she whispered. Evelyn sighed tiredly.

Lydia slaps her mouth off her ears, “Did you hear that growl? That’s what we should be worried about?”. Margaret eyes shot wide with realization.

A small killer wolf appears from the bushes. It held a small flower in its mouth. It kept it’s head low and dropped the flower on the wolfman’s laps. The wolfman in turn kissed it’s head.

“What’s happening?” Margaret glared at the wolf jealously.

“What’s happening? We have two predators now, that’s what” Evelyn answered. For the wolfman to be comfortable with a Killer Wolf, he could lord one and that wasn’t safe.

The little wolf rests on the man’s lap while the man places the flower on his head. Lydia recognizes that act but still stays quiet.

“How’ll we move without that wolf sensing us?” was Evelyn’s new question.

“Dustin, do you wanna play?” the wolfman spoke suddenly. The girls looked surprised. His voice was deep and his accent was accurate.

Wolfmen weren’t educated and were expected to speak wolf. Whatever language that was. None had ever gone to a school in the villages. None had been reported to anyway.

The wolf made a small sound in response and rolled it’s back. The wolfman rubbed it’s belly and the wolf stuck out his tongue enjoying it.

“Is that a dog or a wolf?” Lydia was curious, she looked closely.

“Or maybe wolfmen treat wolves as their dogs” Evelyn added. It was a more sensible explanation.

The wolfman held the wolf in a small grasp and it could be said they were bonded.

Either way, Margaret was struck by both the wolfman’s beauty and gentility.

“My ideal man” Margaret whispered again, “He’s out of this world’s ordinary”.

Evelyn confirms but instead calls him “Freak of nature”. Wolfmen were not a common phenomenon so it was fair to call them freaks.

Lydia in turn corrects that they should be rather called “curse of nature” as she once heard how their origin started from a curse.

Margaret was surely displeased to hear her sister’s review on a man she was drooling over.

She stood up straight but ducked when the wolf spotted her. It growled in displeasure.

Lydia face slammed. The wolfman seemed to have smirked as he releases the wolf from his grasp.

“Crazy bastard” Evelyn screamed as she ran off. Lydia and Margaret began running. The wolf sprang up from the wolfman’s lap and began chasing after them.

Margaret kept making small screams as she ran, leading the wolf on.

“Why can’t the bloody wolfman help us!” Lydia screamed as she ran.

“Cos he’s a bloody wolfman!” Evelyn screamed back.

Margaret bent her head down in shame. If only she had controlled herself. They wouldn’t be where they were now.

Evelyn swerved back and jumps on a boulder lifting herself to a tree. Lydia runs past her. The wolf gets to her but fails to climb the tree.

It growls angrily before chasing after the rest.

Lydia does the same though her leg gets twisted as she attempts jumping on a tree.

It was so close or the wolf would have scratched off her legs. She sent an ear piercing scream to the air as she pushed herself higher up the tree.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

With Evelyn’s new height she could see the wolfman still resting on the cave. She noticed however, his immediate reaction when he heard Lydia’s scream.

She saw him run to them but couldn’t see him clearly as he leapt in wolf’s speed. She was slipping so tried balancing on a branch.

“This is not good. Lydia, we need to kill that wolf” she shouted to Lydia who was hugging her tree tightly, afraid to let go.

Evelyn jumps down landing with her the legs. She lifts a heavy stone to her shoulder and runs after the wolf with it.

Lydia does the same, limping towards the wolf with a heavy boulder.

Margaret had reached a cliff. She never knew that forest had one.

It had always been her dream to get to the end of the cliff and now she had, she wasn’t feeling so excited cos it may be where she ends.

The wolf growled to remind her of its presence. Margaret turned to it, ready to accept her fate.

A stone lands on the wolf’s tail making it whimper in pain. It turned the other half of its body and growled at Lydia.

“Sister to the rescue here” Evelyn roared as she threw her stone on his snout. The wolf fell flat, injured.

Lydia placed her feet on the stone at the wolf’s tail to wage it. Evelyn slowly places hers on the stone at the wolf’s snout.

“Ensure justice” Lydia tells Margaret signaling at another stone nearby. Margaret rushes and grabs the stone with her fat hands.

She comes to the wolf’s stomach and smiles as she let go of her stone to smash its middle. The wolf wiggled helplessly.

A loud growl commanded her to stop. Lydia springs off from the wolf but returns her legs to wage it.

Margaret froze on hearing the growl and leaves the stone. It fell down still but was caught mid air.

Sand and dust flushes into Margaret eyes as something had dashed and held the stone before it landed on the wolf. She opened her eyes slowly to see angry red eyes glaring at her soul.

Unconsciously, she winks.

He pushed Margaret forcefully away from the wolf and she fell meters away from the edge of the cliff. She scampers away from the edge with fright.

Evelyn was thrown away from the wolf snout with ease. She stayed still on the ground as she wondered how a wolf man could lift her up like a baby and toss her about.

However, the wolf man lifted Lydia with care and dropped her away from the wolf.

Margaret frowned at the preferential treatment but then noticed that Lydia’s legs were twisted. Lydia’s eyes glowed and her cheeks flushed as the wolfman stayed down at her.

He proceeded in carrying the little wolf in his arms to leave.