Multi-Luna

PROLOGUE NARRATOR POV RUN! RUN!! RUN!!! ..... LUNA RUN!!! Amongst all of the noise, I hear the words ringing out loudly coming from my personal warrior guard Reggie, calling out directions to be ensuring I get to safety. I have Omega’s all around helping me, while the guards fight off the Rogues and keep them away from me. I don't want to lose any more lives. I am feeling every death through the bond and pack link I share with them all. Not only can I hear all the noise and yelling outside of my head, but I can also hear all the chatter between pack members, making it hard to hear the voices around me, it's a little hard to focus. Confusion causing my body to sway. Placing my hand on my forehead, feeling the sweat beading there, somehow pulling me back to reality. Just as another big bang and explosions coming from where we have just been. Some of the younger Omega’s yelped, and I managed to assure them we would much prefer to have those noises behind us and to keep moving forward. Holding my stomach, trying to run, but when you are five months through a six-month pregnancy, well, I guess everybody can imagine trying to run with a watermelon size and weight protruding from them it's not easy! Now, feeling even more exhausted, my Omega team is working hard to keep me on track and upright, I am so grateful for them being around. “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOO! My waters! Jade” I can't help the panic I am feeling, the warm liquid running down my legs. Jade’s reassuring voice in my head, *calm down Luna, it's not good for the pups, we will meet them soon enough*, her gaze gentle and reassuring, as I try to catch my breath Brad in in my head. *Now? Really? Our pups choose now to come into our lives* Brad’s concern and also dis-belief clear in his voice. I manage a small chuckle adding *well no-one said pups have consideration of their parent's movements*. He cuts the link, which leaves me with a scared, broken smile. Working toward our cabin, past the mountain's caves, keeping everyone as safe as possible. Entering the caves and following the well-known path through toward the cabin. A wave of terror shoots through me as we were confronted with Rogues. Their King right in front of them. His grin, repulsive as he smiled larger, with his yellowing teeth, drool dripping from his jaw. He looks like he is in what looks like a half-transitioned state. His eyes resemble a feral wolf/canine/lycanthrope. Snapping and snarling at everyone, even his own people, his desperation to get to me evident. Grasping my stomach, I make an attempt to run back the way we have just come from. My own wolf is not able to help. She is still in hibernation until our pups are born. Physically exhausted, I think the only reason I haven’t passed out yet is pure need driven to keep myself and my pups safe. I manage to find just enough energy to make it a few dozen feet before I am halted in my steps. “STOP!!!” The Rogue King hollering out through the cave clearing, the sound echoing from the walls. His voice is deep and commanding, much like that of an Alpha. His aura feels and tastes bitter and un-wanting to me. His voice has a familiarity. It feels familiar. His aura is becoming suffocating. “LUNA, COME FORWARD” Again, with his commanding voice, I turn and move toward him. My eyes were shooting up to look at the man who managed to stop myself and my Omega’s in our tracks just by opening his mouth, just like an Alpha’s. I move as slowly as I can, my contractions now becoming stronger, I have been too focused on getting safe. I have managed to ignore them somewhat. Taking a deep breath, composing myself walking toward this “ROGUE KING.” “Who are you? And what do you want from me? Why have you started this tr.......” he cuts me off. “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, now is that anyway to speak to your King?” he asks me directly, his eyes fixed on me. “You are NOT my King!” I reply smartly. Before I realise it, his fist flies past me, striking the wall beside me. Then, with a blink of my eyes, he is in front of me. “I AM YOUR KING!!!” he growls at me, standing in my place. He stinks, looks like he has not bathed or brushed his teeth in many years, his fur looking matted and just disgusting. I look into his face. He really looks familiar, looking past the scars and facial hair and whatever it is that is all over him grime and grossness. I feel like I know him. The possibility of this being my mates twin brother flits through my mind, although I dismiss it, well almost. So, I try “Rex?” I questioned, calling out to him..... Now, to watch for his response. He paused for a moment but didn’t look at me or acknowledge if I was correct or not. We were told he had been killed a couple of years back when the warriors of our pack took over the lands of a rival pack near ours. Brad still doesn’t believe he is dead; his bond did weaken, but he said he still feels that he feels him. Brad and both his parents were concerned that his body was not found, the story that reached the pack was that a Rogue had killed him a ripped him apart presenting the pieces to the Rogue King of the time. “Rex, is it you?” I ask again, a little louder and allowing my tone to portray hopefulness. “I do not know you think I am Luna, but I am not who you are looking for!” Before I know it, his hand strikes across my face. Whimpering from the pain. “I am sorry.” is meekly escaping my lips, keeping my eyes looking down. My instincts giving me strength to submit, my pups. My contractions are now so strong I can’t help but wince at the pain, but now I am also needing to lean, bend forward, I force myself to stand straight, to protect. “Right! Now that I have your attention, Luna, my Rogues will soon take care of your beloved Alpha. Tell me, Luna, do you still feel him?” he asked with a nasty smirk. Raising my eyes to him, tears now gracing my face as I shake my head, as if on cue, the pups are restless, way too active, too much movement, the more searing pain as my now contraction is more than I can hold back. “Arrrrrgggghhhhh! Please.... I need... d my whelp-wife, J....... ade, pl..... ease.” I plead with him. He doesn’t respond, as I am about to plead again, I am hit with a different pain, pack links, and a lot of pack-links. That takes my breath away, I am gasping for breath when I feel more pack-links snap, before I can mind-link anyone I have hands around me and a disgusting hand across my face, it makes me want to vomit, the stench is so bad. I struggle to get away, but I continue to struggle, attempting to get out of his awful grip. With survival on my mind, I bite down hard, hard enough to draw blood. I feel a hand strike across my face, a searing a pain to my temple, causing me to stagger back losing my balance with another blow to the side of my head, then a different kind of pain aside from contractions that now seems to be a constant but now a breathlessness and burning pain in my back and right side, a scream escaping me now. My last thoughts before I lose myself to darkness. My Pups, Brad Help. The Pups! Then nothing.