The Last Prophecy Luna

Chapter 3: Brothers

Walking through the halls of this place, I come to stand in front of the double doors that lead to the throne chamber.

I was attempting to get to the kitchen, but as usual, I ended up here.

Placing my palm on the door seemed magical, and for a split second, I saw a gray-colored power enter me.

The sensation of strength consumed me until I heard Stephanie's voice on my left side.

"Faith, you late!"

Hearing her made me withdraw my hand, and the feeling of magic faded, but I pondered why this had occurred.

Turning to walk her way, I feel someone pull me back by my jacket. staggering back, I stumble, and as soon as I fall, someone kicks me down to stay down. Laying in pain. I try to shift myself to care for my newly kicked stomach while someone pores a peach and kiwi smoothie that I tasted, only to feel my stomach protesting over the mix I just tasted.

I couldn't breathe well in my current pose, so I shifted to the side, allowing the smoothy to run to the side of my face. As I moved, I felt more kicking from my back, legs, and arms.

Holding myself together, I began to hear three distinct voices of the wicked princesses. As they continued to kick me, they emptied a trash can that was near the double doors of the throne room.

Covered in trash, they booted me one last time, and I heard their leader, Jade, snort at me as she said. "Thank you for your service, Omega. Till later!"

The other two exited laughing alongside her. During the pain I was enduring, I felt the anger rise from how evil they had been. I had gotten in a fight with one of the sister named Grace. She gave me a black eye, but I knocked her out with a frying pan as our fight was in the kitchen of this packhouse, and right now I wanted to tear their extensions out.

As I stood up the trash began to fall from me, getting up from the trash-covered floor, I heard Stephanie yell at me right beside me.

"You need to learn how not to get involved with others who don't like you because then this happens, and then the time of being productive becomes a problem with everyone, including you."

Moving some of the trash, I glared at her. She turned and walked back to the kitchen. As she did, I tried to finish cleaning myself, but all I did was make myself dirtier.

The most horrible thing on me was a diaper full of diarrhea on my hips, and if that wasn't bad enough, there was so much food combined with fluids that I had no idea who or what type they were, which made me feel uncomfortable.

Knowing I needed to change, the only place I could go was the washroom on the opposite side of the pack house.

While I was walking to the laundry room, I heard the triplet demons' shrieking screams from the second floor, which prompted me to stop and stand behind a large vase with a small palm tree coming out of it.

Between the palm trees, I could see the second level of the pack house, where the three of them were dressed in skanky red colored little leather outfits. Each was dressed in the same attire. The only difference was that Jade was a brunette, Marcy was a blonde, and Grace had black hair. Everything else, including how retarded they behaved, was the same.

As I kept my distance to learn what they were up to better plan how to beat, their ugly Botox faces, when I heard Marcy screaming and having low hiccups from crying so hard at Mason.

"Yo, you ca, can, can, can't just du, du, dump us!"

Hearing her, my eyes widened at the mention of why she was ugly crying, and I was now pleased that they had finally been smacked on their ego.

Jason moaned as he stood by the two twins. Mason looked at the youngest with irritation for a minute, and Grason finally spoke with a sorry expression.

"As much as you all right at our choice, we need you three to understand that fated mates need to be respected, because if you Jade, you Marcy, and you Grace were to find your mate, you'd dump us the second you meet, or we would, a mate bond needs to be respected especially when either of us finds them."

All three of them began to break items until Mason grabbed their hands and snarled menacingly.

With a growl, he said in a menacing tone. “Get the f**k out of our pack house.”

He dropped all three of them and as they fell down, I could see how they went to pick up their tinny bags to then scramble away from them.

It was weird to see the triplet Alphas act like animals to their chosen girlfriends. They were very reserved over how they treated pack members, and they have never dumped their current dates so barbaric.

I didn’t even care why they chose those three, but I felt rejuvenated after seeing them behave so ruthlessly, seeing the triplet devils stumble their way out of the pack house.

Made me leave my hiding place with a gin in my face, I opened the last door to my right, entering the laundry room I started to change out of my dirty clothes.

Placing my beine first, I took my jacket to then take everything else off, and into the washing machine when I heard the doors of the laundry room closed.

As I turned to see who had entered, my mouth was captured by Mason’s plum lips. As he kept kissing me, I felt someone growl at me, and then I heard Grason speak in a carrying matter.

“Let’s give her a bath, I don’t want to have this beauty be loved in such a dirty state.”

After hearing this Mason lifted me to have my legs wrap around his hips.