The Luna

Moon river is the third largest pack in the werewolf world. Built with strong alpha linage and starting from a direct descendant of the royal Lycan line, Ross Ashmore. Moon river, built its wealth on industry and had a stellar reputation. However, when the Luna ran away following the birth of the next alpha, rumours spread like wild fire. Speculations began. The alpha who has one of the strongest in the packs history turned into a violent drunk. He seemed to enjoy the finer things in life including younger women. Despite all of this Rhys Jones the next alpha grew up, strong and healthy. Rhys was the topic of conversation when people heard or sought information on moon river it was always about the alpha’s son. Rhys fought as a warrior for the first time at age ten and naturally grew a fan base. When Rhys was 12 a neighbouring alpha of the storm down pack was coming to visit. Rhys was nervous knowing how his father had already drunk five l****s of whiskey that day and was past out upstairs with a girl who couldn’t of been older than 18. Rhys took the stairs two at a time heading to the alphas quarters again. He pushed the door open and saw the girl straddling his father. “Alpha Denis will be here in a hour” Rhys said quickly. The girl looked shocked and went to cover herself but the alpha held her in position. “Stay on me omega, Rhys il be down soon, make him a drink and speak over the new business opportunity we created” Alpha Sam replied. Rhys scoffed internally because his father hasn’t helped with business in years. But he nodded in response and left the room leaving the door open. He soon heard the s*x beginning up again with his father now roughly telling the girl that she doesn’t move unless he says move and her replying “yes alpha” seductively. Rhys entered the kitchen and saw Marianne the head chef in the pack house and the closest thing he has to a mother. She had the warmest smile at the sight of him and told him to sit down whilst she fixed everything up for his meeting. “Rhys make sure you eat everything today, your loosing colour and the pack needs you to be strong” she said whilst pottering around the kitchen. Rhys signed. “Sam was strong once, it didn’t matter when the moon goddess cursed him” Marianne stopped everything and eyed Rhys. “Cursed?” She questioned. “The damned mate bond M, I vow to never take my goddess given mate and we will never have another runaway looser Luna” Marianne signed knowing that it wasn’t her place to correct Rhys or inform him of who his mother really was she just said “we will see”. Nobody had ever been able to deny a mate bond for long after all. A short while later Rhys received a mind link from the boarder patrol that Denis had arrived. He went out front to greet him. Denis had a reputation of being a fair but ruthless alpha, Rhys was not sure how he would feel not being received by the alpha himself but still he persisted. Suddenly two large suvs arrived with blacked out windows and private plates. Out stepped a large man who could only be the alpha. Denis had dark hair jet black to be exact and a crooked nose, Rhys noticed the scar that began at the eyebrow and finished sharply at the end of the noose covering a large proportion of Denis’ face. Still Rhys smiled “alpha Denis, it’s an honour” he outstretched his hand and Denis shook it. Phew Rhys thought internally. “Your a big lad, alpha build for sure but you lack the years to be Sam” Denis inquired. Rhys formally introduced himself as the alphas son and heir, Denis had already heard of the child alpha who fought like a warrior already as a pup. He looked over Rhys with great interest. Marianne popped her head out the kitchen door announcing that dinner is served for the meeting. Denis hesitated then walked back over to his suv. Rhys wasn’t sure if he was leaving or not. However, Denis opened the door and out stepped a small girl who was covered in pink with frills and bows. “This is Isabelle, she’s five and she’s my princess” he held the girls hand and walked behind Rhys who was heading to the kitchen. Marianne gushed at the sight of the girl complimenting on how ‘pretty’ she was and offering her first pick on all the food. Rhys and Denis discussed the new business proposal for an hour whilst eating. Marianne entertained Isabelle who behaved surprisingly well Rhys thought. Everything was going as he had hoped until he heard Sam emerging downstairs. In he walked not even showered stinking of alcohol with sweat all over his hair and face. Rhys glared at him embarrassed that he would attend the meeting in this state. Denis however, stood up and shook Sam’s hand “alpha” Sam nodded his head and then noticed Isabelle. “Yours” he stuttered as he looked in her direction. Denis nodded. Denis then proceeded to shock Rhys. As he offered a marriage contract for an alliance and to help alpha Sam clear huge debt caused by his short comings. The alpha didn’t hesitated and so Rhys was to marry Alpha Denis’ daughter, Isabelle. Rhys was taken aback “I cant marry her, she’s five” Denis laughed and handed Rhys the contract Sam had already signed. The colour drained from his face as he read that Sam had agreed to care for Isabelle’ education allowing her to attend school in moon river so she would be the perfect Luna for Alpha Rhys when she turned 18. The contract also stated that the first born male child of the marriage would be the next alpha of storm down. At the end Rhys read the ‘fated mate clause’ the only end to this contract would be if Isabelle or Rhys met, marked and mated their fated mate before the marriage which was set to be five days after Isabelle turned 18. Rhys could not focus on anything else at that time but realised he was alone in the kitchen staring at the contract. Marianne approached him solemnly she stroked his shoulder and for the first time in years Rhys showed his age and looked like a lost pup to her.