I Choose To Be Alpha Luna

Chapter 1

IN NEW YORK CITY...

Gunshots could be heard in the distance while police sirens sounded all around the area. As citizens raced helter-skelter in search of cover, the entire city was in a state of pandemonium.

It was them once more. the vicious Mafia organisation that terrorises the city, claiming lives, and spreading mayhem.

A 23-year-old woman was spotted rushing next to the crowd. heels tucked under her.

She took a quick look to the side to make sure no one was staring at her, then she began reaching into her pockets and pulling out handbags, phones, and cash.

While rushing beside the mob, she quickly opened her bag and poured in the contents.

When she was certain she had gathered enough, she turned around and stopped in a remote, abandoned structure to take a breath of fresh air.

She removed her shoulder bag and, while grinning glumly, dumped its contents on the ground.

She collected the cash and reorganised the bag before leaving the old building, relieved that she had chosen enough items to sell to feed her mother and younger sister.

The gunfire had stopped, and the area that had been confused before was now serene. People had already begun to move around as if nothing had happened before.

Before going to the place where she typically sells her stolen goods, the girl made a stop at a nearby market.

A chubby dirty blonde man said, "You're back today," flashing his unkempt, crooked teeth.

The girl responded to the smile by saying, "Yeah, today was great," as she picked up a number of phones.

The blonde man laughed and said, "Woah, I can see that here," pointing at the phones.

After carefully inspecting the phones, the man pulled out a stack of cash, tallied it, and then delivered it to the girl who had been in charge of collecting the phones with a smile.

She walked away from the mobile store and made her way to the bus stop, where she caught a bus back to the shantytown.

'IN THE SLUMS,'

The girl entered the shabby-looking house where she resided with her mother and younger sister and was greeted by a shabbily dressed woman who asked, "Sansa when did you leave the house?"

She entered the house and greeted the mother, "Early enough, Good morning mama."

As she ascended the nearly worn-out steps that led to the rooftop she used as a room, she whistled, "Such a smooth day."

Her foam mattress, which was covered in an old spread, sat in the corner of the small, cramped room.

A few of her garments were hanging on a rope just over the bed, and the rest were packed in a sack bag.

Apart from her meagre clothes, which were the only items in the room, there was just a bed. She removed her leather jacket before passing out on the bed and exhaling heavily.

She heard "Sis Sansa " and looked up to see her younger sister peeking through the door. She yelled at the young girl, who was perhaps 8 years old, "Zoey come in and stop peeping."

The girl yawned and shook her head in response to her question, "How are you doing? Had something to eat?"

When Sansa asked her sister, "Why haven't you eaten?" her younger sister stepped up to her, knelt down, and whispered into her ear.

The young girl nodded and ran out of the room after hearing her say, "Tsk, tsk!! Here, go give this money to Mama and tell her not to question where it's coming from."

Sansa groaned and fixed her gaze on the shut door. She would do everything within her power to ensure that her younger sister ate well and started school on par with her peers.

She retrieved the proceeds from those sales and totaled them. She said, "Quite good," got to her feet, climbed a little stool, stretched, shifted the side of the ceiling, drew down a piggybank, folded the money, and threw it into the box via a small hole she had made at the top of the piggy.

Before sliding down and returning to her bed, she carefully covered the ceiling after giving the pig its due.

She had been without her father for nine years. Before the opponent of that mafia gang arrived to their home one faithful night and shot her father dead, no one was aware of his affiliation with the organisation.

Before her father's passing, they were wealthy and enjoying a comfortable life in the city. Her sister Zoey was due at that time, when her mother was five months along.

She had gone to her mother's store that evening because her mother had left for the hospital late in the day and hadn't yet returned.

They rushed back home with her mother once she had finally arrived, only to find her father lying on the floor in a pool of blood with a bullet wound in his forehead.

On a piece of paper stained with his blood, "No one messes with the boss" was boldly scrawled. The worst night of their lives occurred that evening as everything fell apart.

The mob that killed her father stole and took away all of his possessions after he was buried. Her mother had little, making it difficult for her to feed her.

Fortunately, she had graduated before his death. She applied for employment using her certificate but was unable to secure any, not even the lowest paying one, a cleaning position.

Sansa was adamantly opposed to going back to their pack, even though her mother had urged them to do so. She detested the fact that she wasn't a human but rather a creature her mother refers to as a werewolf, and she finds it even more irritating because she sometimes has wolf parts of herself that come out to communicate to her.

She detested having to share her personal space with the fictitious wolf, but there was nothing more she could do but scream at the wolf whenever she spoke to her and said her name was Freya .

She had never gone to the pack and wasn't going to any time soon; therefore, she would prefer to remain and starve to death than go back to what she thought was a bad place.

They were forced to go to the city's slums, where they started farming on other people's land because her mother loved her so much that she wouldn't want to make her go anywhere she didn't want to.

Her mother would borrow money and purchase fruits to sell in front of their home when it wasn't farming season.

She had quit up looking for a job when she couldn't find one, but when hers was taken, she learned how to pick pockets.

Now eight years old, her younger sister had never attended school and hardly spoke any English.

With the money she had amassed from picking pockets, she could now enrol her in the school close to their home because she had been saving for it.

She was aware that stealing other people's money was wrong, but she doesn't care. No one is worthy of mercy.

They killed her father and forced her family to live on handouts. They also refused to give her a job to support her family, teaching her to steal without hesitation.

While eating breakfast with her mother, Sansa stated, "Mum, I'm taking Zoey for registration today." Her mother's spoon fell to the table, and she gaped at her eldest daughter.

As far as she knows, they could only afford two square meals each day, and Sansa doesn't do anything else for a living other than go out every morning and evening and bring food back. She doesn't understand what Sansa was talking about.

She questioned her daughter, Sansa , who was busy eating, "What are you talking about Sansa ?"

"I said I'll be taking Zoey for registration today, she's 8 and has never been to school, I know we don't have money and you're about to ask me where I got money from but Mama I do little errands that fetch me little money and I've been able to save for Zoey 's school," she stated and her mother began to weep.

When Zoey overheard her big sister talking about enrolling her in school, she had already fled from their cramped living room and into the room she shared with their mother to get ready for school.

She has always desired to attend school like other children, but because her mother and sister lack the funds to enrol her, she has remained silent out of respect for them.

She would sit in the shade where her mother had sold the fruit every morning and watch the other kids walk to school.

When questioned why she was sobbing, Zoey would say that something had flown into her eyes, but Sansa wasn't a fool to believe that, so she made sure to pick more pockets and earn more money so that she could afford to attend to school. Sansa had caught her countless times wiping away her tears.

Her mother sniffed back tears as she added, "You are such a blessing to me Sansa , I wonder what I would have done without you in my life. I would probably be dead from hunger."

Sansa comforted her mother and said, "Don't worry, I'll do my best to make sure we feed and clothe in this house, and we won't go hungry as long as we are still alive and have hands. Then she got up to get ready and take her sister to school.