The Last Prophecy Luna

Chapter 2: Stole These

Faith POV

-17 YEARS LATER-

When I press my finger on the reading app on the cellphone I stole from the warrior that is stationed on the orphanage last month.

I see a fresh update to my favorite novel by Lisa Lynn Baird's titled Meet Me At Midnight, and I squeal as I start reading it on my sofa for a bed.

"Yes! Oh, hunky Lirian, get out of that duch bag!"

I screamed in my shared room. I knew it was ridiculous, but I couldn't wait to read about a love tale that didn't end badly and was worth all my coins.

Seriously can’t wait to order my own. As I kept reading I kept falling in love with this character the most, mostly because he was just like me, we were stuck with idiots until we found love by another person who was also suffering.

Living in this slum made me feel terrible every day, even though I could have the freedom of going to the packhouse, and the idiotic owner of this place made matters worse at times to me. He believes no one knows he dates the gorgeous girls of age from the orphanage, and to him, I’m a plane girl with no real experience with men.

I’m not happy to know men in general might find me like that, and there are some who have told me I am like that from time to time, I could care less. Saving myself for my fated mate is my choice, despite what others have told me, I felt the need to remind myself that I matter more than what everyone including the owner of this place thinks about my choice.

In all honesty, it’s ridiculous nobody stops him from dating these girls, even though everyone does know he dates the girls from the orphanage, and being sued for stalking and then harassing the final girl from this orphanage this year served as a wake-up call for him.

Sliding the shattered screen of my stolen cellphone. I kept reading the latest chapter to ignore what I had remembered from the owner of this place when I received a mind link from the obnoxious high and mighty orphan.

'Faith, you're on cleaning duty today at the pack house. You get the night shift with me. See you there.'

Stephanie Light Hall, the head orphan of this place, hearing her through the link made me roll my eyes, I hate her with a passion since she believes she is better than everyone else because she did well as an omega this year at the pack house.

As I pack my belongings, I think to myself out loud over the link she had given me. "Please b***h, I'd rather die by starvation than be fed by your ignorance and ego over having you being fair to those that are just like you."

Then again I think to myself that I also don't want to feed her ego the way she feeds off her followers, because that's what she calls them, her magical beans.

Rolling my eyes at the morons who follow her while I finish gathering my belongings to get up from the small sofa that I call my bed.

I put on my converse to then place on each pocket my stolen iPad with headphones, and on the other one the chargers with multiple plugs, put my patched Jean jacket over my tight blue with roses, and skeletons styled dress, and walk out of this orphanage with my black binie on my head to the pack house.

This pack looks more like a castle than a mansion like others I have seen online, I learned growing up in this place that it used to be a real working castle for the Alpha family, or at least that’s what I have been told by the teachers of this pack.

Walking, I can hear numerous warriors conversing between themselves, and I'm relieved that I don't have to stick around to find out what they're up to, that is until I hear one of them shout at me.

"There's one orphan omega being dished to the Kings!"

This warrior came from a group of people who were obviously hammered from drinking. They think I'm an omega when I have no idea if I am or not. All I know is that I'm not one of them, hammered and talking about bulshit.

Swing them cleaning themselves, I move my hand to where I have a secret compartment in my dress that stores my pocket knife, and on the other side is my pepper spray, which I also keep in my bra along side other items, like my cellphone, my grape flavored vape, and wallet.

Everyone in this pack thinks I'm a terrible pack member, and they may be right because I stole all of these goods they weren’t using. No one missed them, so I did them a favor.

I'm curious why the Alpha, the Luna, and the many of the pack members think I need to be around their inebriated asses. As I continued walking, they began to approach me. I knew the Triplet Prince's girlfriends were nearby, walking to the spa rooms as usual around this time.

Many refer to their boyfriends as the triple terror, but I consider them as the princes of the pack. If their dumb ego, self-centered, and arrogant attitude could change, I would be happy to be their friend, but until then, I’m good being far away from them.

They accomplish the jobs to which their titles entitle them to act on, just as an Alpha should, but I despise how, once they have completed their tasks, they transform back into the scumbags they truly are.

They've been domestic, at least when we're out in public. It’s rare when I am around them, and since I don't go to school like everyone else, and even alongside the other orphans, or even instead of being educated in this packed house, as it was done at the orphanage for a while by attending classes online.

It used to be different back then. All I can remember is that I either read about it, saw a documentary about it, but it always involved magic, that’s how one used to learn of basic school subjects.

Magic is now banned to use. Anyone who does will be brought by force to the main pack house, and to the same place where I am always sent for some strange reason.

I never know why I’m brought there, but I always feel stronger, and more rested after my visits to that place.

It just happened one day that they simply outlawed it, which is strange if you ask me, considering I've seen the Alpha and Luna use magic all the time after seeing me, but then again, they're fox werewolves.

They resemble a wolf-type fox, making them the rarest of the group, as do their triplet sons, who are all twenty-one and cannot be Alphas of the pack until they find their fated bride.

This castle always made me feel awkward, like there’s something here I’m not aware off, and I will be learning about it sooner or I’ll die trying, because every day I feel like something draws me to the room that used to be known as the throne room.