Alpha Lycans for the Luna

Chapter two

Tonight is the Red Moon, the night when all eighteen-year-old werewolves who have finally gotten their first shift will be joined together with their various mates by the moon goddess.

Guess what? I am nineteen years old! The thought of being rejected at the last red moon by Alpha James kept dislocating my feelings. I remember those cold and destructive words.

“I, Alpha James, son of Alpha Liz, therefore reject Luna Lia, daughter of Alpha Conall, from being my mate.”

Those words left an indelible mark on my heart. I remember that night like it was yesterday; I was so broken, he was disgusted at me being his mate, and I still wonder why, judging from the fact that I was the most beautiful Luna in the pack.

I almost died that night; the thought of being rejected kept making my heart skip a beat, but I knew I still had a second chance this year, which was my last chance of ever getting a mate.

So I moved on, awaiting today, the best night every female werewolf could ever dream of.

I always pictured my second chance mate to have muscular arms, being overwhelmed with boldness, and also carrying a responsible demeanor. I pictured his facial looks with deep red eyes, dashing pink lips, erotic choice of words, dark colored furs, and most of all, I pictured him as handsome.

I also pictured us raising a spontaneous generation of werewolves who would grow up to become the alphas of different packs.

However, the current cemetery-like environment we now live in has always made me want to stop thinking about all of this.

The last red moon was brutal, as Alpha Liz killed most of the mated werewolves who wanted to form or move to other packs.

According to the rules, whenever we are mated, our males are free to leave with us to form their pack or, better yet, move to other packs with the blessings of Selene's custodian, but Alpha Michael wasn't ready to let any of his slaves go.

Either I ran away with my mate or he joined me to serve the Alpha Lycans and the royal family. How preposterous!

“Lia!!! What are you doing there, sitting around? Ain't you meant to be working?"A Lycan swayed at me as I sat under the full moon, imagining how handsome my mate would be.

“I just hunted twenty buffalos all alone, while you scumbags sat there watching. Don't I deserve a rest?" I replied.

“Who said a slave deserves rest?” He replied in a mordacious tone as his d**k-headed team laughed in accordance.

I sat there with a glare on his face. Although it always bothered me when people called me a slave, I had no choice but to accept it in order to avoid Liz's retribution.

“Come slave!!! Get more food slaves! Maybe I should reserve you for the night, huh? How'd that sound? You like that, right? He said it in a leering tone.

I was already getting pumped up. I tried to force myself into anger, but it just kept trying to excuse my lips. But I was able to subdue the pain, with my tone still brimming with eagerness to speak.

“Beautiful little Lia got her father killed; now she's a slave, f*****g with the rogues.” The leader of the team sang poetically, and the atmosphere of the environment was filled with scornful laughter.

I could no longer bear it; I was boiling with anger, so I had to speak out to counter their insolence.

“I wonder why a fool would be so foolish to give birth to another fool... I'm sorry, but how foolish can your father be?" I said with my face employed with seriousness and a tone of confidence.

“Wooooooooo.” The rogues exclaimed to my confidence; I had just insulted the leader of the hunters, and boy, what have I gotten myself into?

“What did you just say to me?” Conan dashed towards me with his fist folded in the direction of my face. I instinctively dodged to avoid his hands hitting me, then watched him crash to the ground.

Yes, if I wanted to defend myself, I could, but I was always leveled with fear whenever I thought of what Liz would do to me if I defended myself from his rogues.

Conan shamefully gets up from the ground, but I have already walked away from the team to avoid trouble.

He then runs in my direction, unknown to me, as he uses all the strength in him to push me from the back.

I maintained my composure after hitting hard on the ground, hopping on my feet with agility as though nothing hit me, as I spat the flood of blood away from my mouth.

I kept my "I do not want trouble" composure as I kept walking away, avoiding a fight.

The sleaze bag kept coming at me because he couldn't stand how his fellow Lycans were laughing at him.

He pulled me back by my hair as I instinctively folded his hands, twisting them around till he fell on his back. I couldn't keep up with the bullying anymore. I felt like, since Alpha James or Alpha Liz weren't around, why don't I teach these p*****s some lessons?

I then picked him up from the ground and hurled him in the direction of his fellow jackasses, who were still laughing at him.

How pathetic that the self-proclaimed “Hunter Leader” was an incompetent coward, as he refused to come back fighting.

On seeing that the fight was getting serious, his crew of equally incompetent scumbags came at me.

Tension reverberated through the air as they changed to their wolf form, pushing forward in my direction.

I knew I couldn't face six robust lycans, so I wolfed them as well and swiftly went through the forest, trying to escape them.

Oh, goddess! I'm in the soup now, I thought to myself as I looked backward, seeing them directly behind my tail.

Momentarily, I began to feel weak; this weakness wasn't due to tiredness but because I felt a strong, arousing sense that enticed me to erotism.

I began to slow down as each hurl of my legs made me fade slowly.

I came back to my human form, lying weak and lifeless.

They finally caught up with me. I was now weaker than before as I lay on the ground.

This only happens whenever the moon goddess blesses a female with a mate.

“I think she is dying!" Just a little race and you're already tired, dude, let's just kill the bitch.” One of them said it with sarcasm.

At this point, I knew it was over for me as my eyes drew close.

“Enough!!!” A familiar voice swayed in, and I immediately looked up with the last strength in me and saw him arrive as he sauntered towards the scene with a proud aura, which made the rogues hold their peace.

I was shocked after finding out that this alluring scent, reverberating through the air, was his, so he is my mate? I couldn't believe my eyes. Is this really for real?

You won't believe who it was; f**k, it can't be him.