The Alpha’s True Luna

~~~Morticia’s POV ~~~ You can do this, I said to myself, taking sharp, quick breaths, followed by a sudden, large gulp of liquor. How hard can it really be? Not so hard, right? With a squared shoulder and a knotted fist, I walk up to Alpha Jarvald, the hottest man who has ever graced his feet on the planet. He paired his marble-blue eyes with mine, while sipping tantalizingly from the glass held meticulously between his fingers. I watch him squint at the taste of his liquor as a varied level of anxiety eludes my mind. Jarvald was the park leader, the main alpha, superior in every way, and he happened to be attending my 18th birthday. This is most definitely the handiwork of the moon goddess, and probably the last opportunity I might get to be this close to the alpha when he's not with his pack member, or maybe this composed. “Hi, uh, alpha Jarvald, I want to tell you something,” I said. He stroked me with his eyes, sending a myriad of fire ants down my knees. It’s now or never; what's the worst that can possibly happen? "What is it? Daughter of Lugar,” he said, making it known that he knows me as well. Well, that's off to a good start. “ I have known you for a while now, and also wanted to use this opportunity to make my likeness for you clear, i really like you and i know it's not proper for a she wolf to approach her assumed mate, but i have this strong connection and i think we are off a good start.” A clandestine thought I had condoled since the very first day I saw him finally come to light, and with this, I could feel my wolf calm while waiting for his response. “You must be Morticia Lugar; I have heard about you,” he said in a calm and reserved tone. He knows my name; my fingers entwined almost immediately as joy overwhelmed me. “Yes, yes, I am,“ I stuttered. “A twin sister to Morgan Lugar,” he added. I nodded nervously, waiting impatiently for his response. He stands from his chair, dropping his half-full glass on a side table. I could feel the heat between our wolves as he held my chin with his finger tips. It’s finally here—the moment I have always wished for is here! “I am mated to your only sister.” His voice came out as a whisper, but it was loud enough to perplex my sense of reason, so suddenly I felt my heart compress. “You are joking right”, tears pricking the side of my eyes as I stared deep into those dark brown eyes that held no lie. His silence gave a reply that I wasn't ready to hear. Shoving him backward forcefully, my emotions took hold of me as my wolf raged within me. I took the glass from his table and tossed it at him, which he dodged effortlessly. “Stop it!” He yells, holding my chin firmly upward,so I look at him and no one else. I could see those sparks in the eyes of an angry alpha. I shouldn’t dare push. “You are shameless,” he said before letting me go. I watched him exit the room. Everyone stares at me in hopes of getting an explanation, but the only one who needs explaining is none other than Morgan; he just says he is mated to her; she never crossed his path, not that I know of,nor did she informed me she was mated to him, she was the one who needed to do the explaining . She had told me to meet her at the stream not far from here earlier, but I had been stupid enough to confront Jarvald about my feelings, and now I think I might have missed a piece of the puzzle. My heart clenched in my chest as the thought of Morgan completing the mate bond with Javald flashes through my mind. Impossible. walking through the indifferent crowd, claiming to celebrate with me,or maybe hookup with new ladies who weren’t wolves; most wolves were here to get laid by humans, and some were here for the view of being outside for the first time. Amidst all this, I should be happy to have my birthday as I had long anticipated, but everything is ruined. The combined feeling of anger overwhelms me as I shift to my wolven form, letting the cool night breeze flirt with my fur and my feet brush against the earth's surface. I have felt all kinds of pain, from fighting and injuries; in all,I had a cure, a numbing medicine, but the feeling of shattered hope suppressed all. All I wanted to do was run, run as far as my feet took me, so I took to the stream; she must be there waiting to explain. Getting to the stream after so much running, I leaned in to take some water when I caught a rare scent. It wasn’t Morticia, nor does it smell like a wolf that had crossed my path on this very day. It’s pungent smell only confirms one thing: a rogue was present. Taking a defensive stance, I feel it come closer, right before I get pushed into the shallow water of the stream, followed by the piercing feeling of a sharp canine tooth piercing my waist. In a swift move, I swung the rogue off my back. Rogues were just like Wolves, but outcasts with no leader; they were uncontrolled, acted as they pleased, and most times were cast away As long as I can remember, there's no rouge in Cragate But a rogue was no match for me, not even when it attacked with a bleeding neck. It howled at the top of its voice, chasing all the nightbirds away. As it shifted to its normal form, a man came into view, naked and smelling of pure outlaw. What will he be looking at here? Well that's enough bad luck for the day, I didn’t want to see anyone, and I need no explanation from either Morgan or Jarvald. They could go to hell for all I cared.All this started with them. Nice birthday, isn’t it? ••• The wailing noise woke me up. Pulling my solemn self from my bed, I looked around my room. The scent of liquor still persisted, followed by the view of shattered bottles on the floor. A foggy image of taking countless shots of liquor jittered in my mind. But not that of creating a mess in the room. A sharp pain hugs my mind,as memories of the leading event that caused this disaster come knocking on my door—the worst birthday ever—I fell back to my bed. I covered my head with the sheet, too disappointed to wake up when I heard the bellowing sound again. Mom? Swiping my mouth clean of drool, I open my door just to be faced with the unimaginable. I see Morgan lying helplessly on the floor, with a haggard cloth and bruised skin. “ What ” Running toward the scene, her skin was bruised, her dress torn to shreds , and she was shamelessly half naked. “ Morgan?” A sly whisper escapes my lips as horror overshadows my thoughts. “You are evil! You killed your sister!” Dad yelled, he shifted into his wolf form, thrusting himself toward me as he gnawed the side of my neck with his teeth.