The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna

CHAPTER3

KYRA’S POV:

Kyra was left alone in Liam's bedroom for some time so she could get a proper rest from the night before.

She just lay there on his bed staring up at the mural on the roof of the enormous room.

There were so many things that made absolutely no sense to her. Like the fact that she was a werewolf and her parents had not told her that they were a family of mythical creatures.

Or the fact that despite her normal instinct to want to run as far from this strange place as possible, she in fact felt very safe in this mansion with that man-beast.

Who were these people and how do they have so much money?

It was not too hard to figure out when even the room she was in was not the most modest.

The gigantic bed frame had golden ornaments, the roof had a mural, the walls were pure white and the room was gargantuan.

“Woah!”

It was only natural to look around. If the bedroom looked like this, what would the house look like?

Kyra got up from her bed and out of the bedroom, making sure to cautiously push the door, lest she make a noise.

The passageway looked endless with rooms on each side. Kyra worked her way towards the staircase with gold colored railings.

The living area downstairs had Marble floors and just like every other part of the mansion, pearly white walls.

The huge door that was the mansion's entrance had a symbol on it—A golden wolf head.

Kyra watched in awe at the sight before her. She was in the middle of the living area and it spanned so wide.

“Wait till you see the garden.” She heard him say.

Hearing his voice was not unusual to her but actually putting a face to the voice was beyond her imagination.

She still hadn't grasped fully what her reality was. Werewolves? In a big mansions?

It still felt like a lucid dream and Kyra anticipated that at any moment she could wake up.

“You're not dreaming, Kyra. It's real. I'm real.”

Liam's voice in her head rarely ever had as much clarity and coherence as it had now that they were closer.

“So it's you.”

Kyra heard an older woman's voice call from behind her. Her tonations were sophisticated. She sounded like she had tea with the queen every Sunday.

Kyra abandoned her ogling and turned towards the source of the voice.

Standing in front of her was Mother Amelia, the former Luna of The Lupus Regalis clan.

Her loose long straight white hair reached her waist. She had on a flowy white gown that looked like it belonged in game of thrones.

Amelia walked up to Kyra and she subconsciously took a few steps back, intimidated by the very presence of Amelia.

She inspected her with dissatisfaction. It didn't help that her hair was messed up from the forest and from laying on the bed. Her outfit was also all crumpled up and dirty from her falling unconscious in the woods.

Kyra held on to the pendant on her necklace— the only thing that soothed her when she was nervous.

“Martha!” Amelia called out with the effort Kyla would imagine she would pour herself — if she ever did pour herself— a cup of tea.

Amelia didn't have to call the second time before a maid scurried over to them both.

“Ma'am.” Martha said as if declaring her arrival.

Martha wasn't actually her name, Amelia just couldn't be burdened with memorizing the names of every maid.

All she had to do was call out a random maid's name and the nearest one dared not answer.

“Give the girl a good scrub.” Amelia commanded as her eyes were still fixed on Kyra. “ And give her a makeover too. She’s not a tree, why is there a bird's nest on her head?”

Amelia dismissed herself and left Kyra alone with Martha.

“Come with me.” Martha requested and Kyra obliged, still looking as confused and in awe as she was before.

****

Back at the Facility, while Kyra was getting a makeover in a fantasy mansion, everyone else was losing their absolute minds.

It wasn't the first time that Tiffany had snuck out for a drag or fix with the rest of the crew. Why was this time different?

The night Tiffany invited the new kid for a night out, she had never shown up. And worst of all, she wasn't at the facility when they all got back either.

They had tried to keep it on a low and find her before the row call in the morning but the morning came and she wasn't back yet either.

“What exactly did you say happened?” the police officer enquired.

Tiffany looked at the officer and took a quick glance at Kyra's parents before guiding her eyes back towards the officer.

Tiffany almost felt pity for them. Their eyes looked dead tired but somehow still alive with hope as they watched her interaction with the officer expectantly.

After Kyra was announced missing at the facility, her parents had sprung into action to find her with the police.

“I… I don't know. She's new, I've never really spoken to her.” Tiffany replied. There was no way in heaven or in hell that she was going to tie herself to this girl.

‘A drug addict is involved in the disappearance of a fellow patient at the city rehab facility.’

Yea, that did not look good for her.

“But a patient here said she saw you going into her room.” the officer pressed further. She could tell something was off but there was so much that she could do to get the truth.

“Well… yea.” Tiffany stuttered. “ But only because, like I said, she's new and I wanted to introduce myself.”

“But you just said_”

“Look officer,” Tiffany cut her off. “ I don't know where the damn girl is. It's not unusual for newbies to run away. She'll come back.”

Tiffany made the last statement not only to convince the officer but partly for herself as well. It would be best for all of them if she just had newbie jitters and ran away.

And it was true, it wasn't uncommon for new intakes to want to rebel and run away but Kyra did not look like she wanted to run away. Something was terribly wrong with her and she couldn't bring herself to so much as hint at it.

Not only to protect their emotions but to protect herself as well, she had to stay quiet.There was no way she was going to jail.

The officer finished writing down her statement and packed up her pen and paper to leave.

Tiffany watched as Kyra's parents held on to each other for hope and some comfort.

And as they rushed over to the officer to get some sort of hope to bring them closer to their daughter and got none, the color in their faces, if any left, drained.

Tiffany watched from the window all the way downstairs as they were ready to drive out of the parking lot. There was tension. The wife was yelling at her husband for some unknown reason.

“This was a bad idea, Kenneth. You are always so harsh on her. Now she's gone” Tiffany heard fainty, Jenny scolding her husband, as tears streamed down her red hot eyes.

“Why are you saying it like I forced the idea? We both agreed that it'll help with her drug problem to bring her here!”

“Don’t use that tone on me, Mister. This is not my fault.” Jenny was one wrong sentence away from falling off the edge.

“It isn't mine either!” Kenneth yelled. “We need to stop sugarcoating the world and putting on rose colored glasses for her. She is twenty two now.”

“Are you really going to remind me how old my daughter is?” Jenny asked.

“Great. I love that you're up to date with her life. It's about time she found out.”

Then there was silence and Tiffany could feel the energy shift from two floors away.

There was a look of betrayal on Jenny's face and on Kenneth's, a look of regret. He couldn't catch his own tongue before he said those words. He looked like he should've not have said that.

“No… I know you don't mean what_”

“She's not a child anymore, Jenny!” Kenneth doubled down. It was too late to cower now. “She needs to know. She's old enough. When she gets back, if you don't tell her, I will.”

And with that, Kenneth got into the car leaving Jenny standing there, dumbfounded.