The Luna Slave of the Ruthless Alpha.

10

Frowning, I tried to process Elena's words. Her voice sounded heavy with a mixture of horror and disapproval at the idea

“The Originals? What do you mean? How can you say my mother is an Original?” I asked, confusion coloring every syllable.

A sigh escaped Elena's lips. “This is crazy. Logan, I think you'd better take me back to the basement.” Her response, or lack thereof, only fueled my curiosity.

The apprehension on her face was undeniable, almost palpable. She tried to turn away, but I stopped her.

“Wait, Elena. We're here because I want to help you. You're my beta's mate, and Maddox is like a brother to me. Whether you like it or not, we both know you need help, and this is the best you can get,” I reasoned, my voice firm.

Elena looked at me, one eyebrow arched skeptically.

“Help me? Why do I find it hard to believe you? You hate me because I'm a renegade, and the fact that I'm your beta's mate doesn't seem to have changed that.” Her words were a direct hit, and I couldn't help but swallow hard. It was true, I didn't like her renegade status.

“Yes, I hate you for being a renegade, but once you free yourself from the magic your mother imposed on you, you'll no longer be one to me,” I replied, though she shook her head, as if my words lacked credibility.

“You're up to something. You want to help me, not because I'm your beta's mate, but because you need something from me. What do you want from me, Logan?” she demanded, her voice echoing in the silence.

Her gaze tried to penetrate mine, but I wouldn't give her that satisfaction. Instead, I offered her a smile.

“That's Alpha Logan to you, Elena,” I replied authoritatively, but she just laughed.

“You said it yourself: I'm a renegade. And renegades don't bow to any alpha. You're not my alpha, Logan,” she declared. A wave of irritation washed over me. I've always hated disrespect. However, she was right.

Renegades have no pack, rarely have an alpha, believing themselves to be self-sufficient and arrogant.

“I may be an exiled witch, but I'm still a witch, and somehow, I can read your expression and your movements. What do you want from me, Logan?” she insisted. I sighed. It seemed I had no choice but to confess.

“All right, I'll tell you the truth and what kind of help I need from you. But first, I need you to explain what you mean when you say my mother was an ‘original,’” I said.

Elena fell into a thoughtful silence that lasted almost a minute.

“You don't know anything about the Originals? Your mother didn't tell you?” she asked, her brow furrowed.

I shook my head. I didn't remember my mother mentioning anything about the Originals. I only knew that she was a witch who had been exiled from her coven for choosing my father.

“If your mother hid that information from you, it means she didn't want you to know. I don't think telling you about the Originals is my best option,” she replied.

I clenched my teeth, frustration overwhelming me. Curiosity was killing me.

“Tell me. If my mother didn't want me to know about the Originals, she would have killed you the moment you stepped into the basement. This is her coven,” I assured him, though fear and apprehension were still reflected on his face. He still hesitated to speak.

"Your mother is one of the firstborn witches and possessed immense magic. Everyone envied her and tried to channel her power; they wanted to drain her magic. They say it was in 1947 when Bastiana met Loghan, with whom she had three sons and a beautiful daughter." Elena uttered the words, and my brow furrowed even more.

Loghan? Was it just a coincidence that we had the same last name? The story felt surreal, difficult to take in.

“What do you mean? Are you saying my mother had a family when she met my father? And that I have half-brothers and a sister besides Lincoln?” I asked.

“Do you want me to continue the story?” Elena replied, her gaze fixed on my mother's grave, as if she feared she might rise from the dead.

“Okay, go on,” I nodded.

"Bastiana tried to lead a normal life with Loghan and her children. But being one of the Originals, a firstborn witch with so much power, peace was a luxury she couldn't have. They say that some witches formed an alliance with witch hunters and began to persecute Bastiana. They captured Loghan and one of her children, using them as bait. Things got complicated and ended with the death of Loghan and his son. Bastiana went mad with grief and swore that no one would ever hurt her family again. She cast a powerful dark spell on her children, the spell of immortality, turning them into vampires."

Now, everything my mother, Bastiana, did in the past takes on a terrifying meaning.

The coven was her sanctuary, her protection from witch hunters. When she was exiled, she must have cast the spell that turned her into a werewolf to protect herself and us. Perhaps she thought that if she didn't have a coven to protect her from the hunters, she needed a disguise. She needed to become a renegade.

I admit it hurts to know that my mother hid all this from me. If this discovery affects me, I can't imagine the impact it will have on Lincoln when, one day, he discovers the truth about our mother and the death of our parents. He doesn't even know she was a witch; to him, she was just a renegade wolf.

“Bastiana's children are the original vampires. She swore she would never again witness any of her children being killed by the hunters, so she turned them. They say that the original vampires cannot die and that they are still out there, camouflaged, drinking blood in the shadows. That's how powerful your mother is, Logan,” Elena said.

Frustration washed over me. Why did my mother and father hide these things from Lincoln and me? She had a family before; I have brothers and a sister besides Lincoln. If Elena is telling the truth, it seems my mother kept many secrets.

“What happened to the original vampires? Why did my mother leave them? She never told Lincoln and me that we had other siblings,” I asked Elena, firing off one question after another, but she shrugged, seemingly unaware of the answers.

“I don't know, that's all I know about the Originals. Now, it's your turn to tell me: what do you want from me?” she replied.

I took a deep breath before explaining my reason for helping her undo her mother's spell.

“I want you to cast a location spell for me,” I replied.

She frowned. “A location spell? You want me to find the specific location of a person for you?” I nodded.

If the Crescent Moon pack became one of the strongest and most powerful in North America, it was thanks to my mother. I witnessed everything she did to protect our pack, becoming my father's pillar of support. My mother was the moon my father needed. She cast location spells that gave our pack an advantage in battles or attacks by renegades.

“Who exactly do you want me to find?” Elena asked, her curiosity evident

“I want you to find the location of all the renegades and hunters here in North America. Also, I want you to locate where the hell the Raven Clan is hiding right now,” I said emphatically, looking away so she wouldn't see the rage burning in my eyes.

The fury I felt when I learned what those renegades and hunters did to Morgan and his pack still gnaws at me. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if it happened to my own pack.

The thought of looking at Lincoln for the last time, of seeing my pack slaughtered in front of me, is unbearable.