A Devotion to Purity (The True Luna Series Book 2)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Approximately a month before the coronation of Luna Queen Lily Wolfe of the Wolferaine Kingdom…

Larry

We’re giants. The Gage males are giants. All of us for generations have been over seven feet tall. We’re handsome, assuming people can actually see our faces. Most women don’t even bother trying, even more so if they are surrounded with men who would be considered tall but still under 6’5, like my best friend Seth.

The Gages are famous for our built, in three adjectives, we are tall, strong, and hard as a brick, everywhere. My body–like my father, brother, and I suppose my grandfather, and great grandfathers, and our future sons, is ripped, chiseled, and rugged. Those definitions may make women’s mouths water if we’re talking about other men under seven feet, but not so much when it comes to me. All my life, I haven’t gotten as much love from women as I would hope for. So no, comparing my love life to Seth’s would be a major turn off.

That guy can sweet talk any woman. And I mean any woman, dead or alive. Yep, he’s that good. And that handsome. Any woman, dead or alive. I said it twice, just so you know that I didn’t make a mistake the first time around.

Women always say that they like their men’s c**k hung like a horse. Well, the Gages put the horses to shame, and I ain’t lying. These women, they don’t need to see my c**k to believe. However, it appears that their measurement ends with horses, because most women have a tendency to politely decline to move further along with me. Yep, unlike any other men, I never bother bragging about my c**k. If at all, I tend to make it seem like it’s smaller than it is. It didn’t work ninety-nine percent of the time. I just sounded desperate.

But I do get laid, often enough, I have to admit. I’m ashamed to say it, but most of the time, I pay for the lovin’ I get. Once or twice I encounter women adventurous enough to try having s*x with me. And when that happened, however rare the occasion is, I make sure that I give to them with kind, if you know what I mean. Women who left my bed were known to be fully satiated with so many orgasms they stopped counting after more than ten times, and it was just in a period of less than an hour. To which I was using mere ten percent of my energy. I can go on all night, no sweat. But that’s I suspect the reason women–no matter how satiated they were after leaving my bed–were not inclined to do it for the second time around. They said that I was ruining it for any other men. Well, it’s not my fault if their c***s are smaller than mine.

I never f****d a virgin. Never even bothered trying. I even hope that if one day the Moon Goddess is kind enough to let me meet my fated mate, she wouldn’t give me a virgin. A nice woman who has given birth to a thousand kids would be just sufficient, thank you. I wouldn’t know what to do with a virgin. I might just preserve her in a sap or something, then worship her before continuing f*****g a w***e or two. Well, who am I kidding? More like three or four. At any given Monday. Which means any other day as well.

The truth is I’m an enigma. Not because of the complex combination of my physical and my personality, but because of how I let them judge me. I’m smart, I went to Columbia (the university, not the country), but giants are not supposed to be smart, right? So I play this role that they put me into. And somehow, with time, I start to believe it myself.

I’m savage and predatory, I inflict terror without even trying. It’s not even fun anymore. People think that my life is an open book, a giant savage who could kill people in his sleep. Well, for a long time, it wasn’t. My book was closed and I longed for someone, a woman if you would, to open it. Since it never happened, I let the book open, making me believe what they all believe. It’s easier that way.

My father, Abraham Gage, is the Alpha of the Northern Blue Pack. We’ve been part of the Northernland Kingdom for hundreds of years. Our pack is one of the biggest, if not the biggest and located at the most northern part of the country, bordering with Canada. Winter is always the coldest, and summer is a blink. So, don’t, otherwise you’ll miss it.

My mother, Luna Angelica is a beautiful and kind woman. A perfect Luna. She’s quite tall for a woman, 5’8 and my father’s fated mate. She gives him three children, me, my brother, and my little sister. We are 27, 25, and 21.

Nathan, my brother, can easily pass as my twin. Physically, we’re similar in every way. It was not like that when we were young, being two years apart, but once he reached seventeen, differentiating us was tricky. We both are 7’0, green eyes, blond hair, and well, the rest I have explained. He’s also as smart, if not smarter, since he went to Yale together with his fated mate. Lucky him, right? Nathan met his fated mate just after graduated from high school. He went to the capital of our kingdom to receive the scholarship for college. His fated mate, Fiona, was also one of the students that received the scholarship. That was how they met. Sometimes, in my dreams, I kill them both, over and over again.

Talia, everybody’s favorite, is such a beautiful and sweet girl. Still in college not far from home because my dad was not big on letting her travel unsupervised. She is a true beauty and too often men gawk at her. It doesn’t set well with either me, Nathan, or my father. So yeah, she still lives at the pack’s mansion with my parents. She hasn’t found her mate yet, the way things are going, I wonder if she ever will.

My parents are considered young still, with my dad being forty-eight and my mom forty-six, they can still lead the pack as the Alpha and the Luna for at the very least ten more years. My grandfather handed the reign to my dad when he was fifty-five and my dad was thirty-two, so yeah, he’s not in a hurry. He doesn’t have any reason to since he is still strong, powerful, and feared. The Northernland Kingdom is lucky to have our pack guard their border; they need us as much as we need them. They will always have our unwavering loyalty since we pledged allegiance to them hundreds of years ago.

As the first son, I’m my father’s obvious pick to be the next Alpha, and it might still be the case. But since I was young, I was given the responsibility to guard Alpha Prince Steele North who’s also the same age as me and Seth. He lived in Upstate New York in the human world with his mother and uncle, and as a result Seth and I did, too. We were set to be his number two and three, with Seth being the Beta and I’m the Gamma.

When he’s the Alpha King of the Northernland Kingdom one day, I will be the third person in command of the whole kingdom consisting of hundreds of packs big and small. All the Alphas will have to respect me. Even though I’m only a Gamma, I’m not a Gamma of a pack, but a kingdom. Huge difference.

So yeah, I can lead my pack and become an Alpha of the biggest pack in the whole kingdom, or be the third person in command of the Kingdom. That’s a problem, but a good problem, right? I’m not worried, though. Nobody seems to be in a hurry.

Nathan doesn’t seem to care much either. He is as good and as strong as me, and if I’m honest, is more reliable. He and Fiona are already blessed with two pups, a boy and a girl, and might try for one more. They have everything going for them, so if my father picks him to be his successor, I can’t even fault him. Nathan is more than capable to take in that responsibility.

I also love Fiona; she will make a perfect Luna for the pack. She’s smart, strong, and kind, and people just adore her. They even live inside the pack with their children now. Whereas I? I’m still pretty much a drifter, still searching for my fated mate, with not much success.

After college, (yes, all the three of us, the Alpha Prince, Seth, and me went to Columbia–still not the country), we continue to live and make money in Manhattan. We’re minted. Our money doesn’t come from the kingdom, it’s derived from working as financiers since we all graduated college and went straight to get our MBA. We visit the Upstate on the weekends whenever our wolves want to come out and play in the woods. We also visit my Alpha Prince’s mother. She’s not the Luna Queen, by the way, but that’s not my story to tell.

We each have our own luxurious apartment in Manhattan and live close by, which is better. The number of women Seth brings home on a regular basis is envious to a point where I was seriously thinking of killing him out of spite. Like I said, I get laid a lot, but I paid for it almost seventy-five percent of the time. Seth, well, no.

Now, the Alpha Prince is somewhat more handsome that Seth. He is the Alpha after all. He’s about the same height as Seth, perhaps just an inch taller with light brown hair that goes with his light brown eyes. Like me, he’s intimidating. The difference is, people are intimidated by my overall built, while when it comes to him, they are intimated by his aura. He has a commanding presence like a true Alpha King that he is one day.

He’s got laid also, that much I know. I mean, the guy is a man, who is still young with excessive amount of power that needs released. Of course, he’s got laid. However, he’s different now. When we were in college, he was more carefree with the girls he brought to the dorm with him. These days, he’s more secretive. Like Seth and I, he doesn’t have a fated mate yet. As a joke, we keep on saying that the Moon Goddess cursed us. Now, however, it got me thinking.

It seems like the prince has been looking for a chosen mate. That is why he’s been more secretive and calculated with his affair. He’s being careful. Not a good idea if you ask me, I still believe that he should wait for his fated mate. But then again, he’s the future king, he may not have that much time to wait. A king needs a queen to rule the kingdom together.

These days the Alpha Prince has been communicating a lot with his father. I don’t quite know the nature of their conversation, but I’m sensing that something big is in the works. Whether the something big is good or not, Seth and I don’t have a clue yet. Our job is to follow orders once they’re given. That’s it.

The Northernland, our kingdom, has been a bit weak as of late. Well, six years now. We weren’t at war with our bordering kingdom per se, but we aided some of their packs that revolted against them seven years ago. This resulted to a year of civil war within their territory that the Wolferaine Kingdom, our bordering kingdom, won. They never said anything, perhaps lack of proofs was the reason of their silence, but they knew that we were behind those packs who committed a mutiny against them. For now, we’re simply just not liking each other from a far, calculating each other’s moves. Until.

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