The Alpha's Queen

Chapter Four

It's been a week since our family was brought here. Everyone seems to have found plenty to do. As well as new friends. I decided to continue homeschooling, so that I have plenty of time for my Luna training. Which has been going ok, but all the new information I was expected to learn was a bit daunting. On the first day of training, my mom told Berta that she has been training me to be a Luna, and dad has been training me to be an Alpha. Which shocked me when I heard them say this. While I’ve noticed that some of my studies weren’t exactly common, since I’ve been taking college courses the last few years, I just figured that I was taking some advanced classes. Not anything that would have helped me in a world that I didn’t believe existed, which I now know is very real.

This fact was apparent once we started training. I already knew the basics that I needed, now I needed to learn the ins and outs of the Golden Moon packs business. As well as the history of Werewolf’s, the different packs across the globe, the current and past ruling families. I've started taking on some of the Luna duties that Berta was taking care of. So that I don’t completely overwhelm myself, I’ve decided to take over the Luna duties at a slow pace. Berta agreed with me, and both her and my mom have been helping me with “everything Luna.” I now had my own desk that matched Terry's desk, only mine looked a little more feminine while his looked more masculine. I thought they looked like a perfect pair.

*****

Terry and I have been talking and getting to know each other. Each day we have breakfast and lunch together. We take walks, swim and have been sharing little details about our lives before we met. Although I’ve tried to locate her a few times, I haven’t seen Angel since the attack, she seems to be making herself scarce. I know she has been around, only because the kitchen duties are completed, and the daycare workers rave about how well she is working with the children. I know that I’m going to have to talk with her, preferable with Terry since I don’t know her well. 

I’ve asked my parents to tell me the story about their pack when they were growing up, but they have refused. Saying that I didn’t need to know about it because it would only upset me, and that I didn’t need to concern myself with it happening to me since I wouldn’t have to deal with the same situation. While I understand that they’re only trying to protect me, I can’t help but feel that something is going to happen. They’ve kept our family hidden for so long, it’s going to become common knowledge that the Golden Moon pack has grown in size with about two dozen new members at once. I can’t help but feel like my new pack is going to be in the middle of the whole mess somehow. I haven’t met a lot of the pack members yet, but I still don’t want anyone to get hurt because of my family’s past.

*****

A person would think that since we are spending so much time together, that we would know everything about each other within a couple of days. This is so not the case. Other than asking questions, informing each other about different pack issues that need to be dealt with, and working on pack issues together. We don’t talk about ourselves much, that is until we have our ‘date’ times. Then we seem to talk about everything and anything that pops into our head.  I still find it amazing that we have so much in common. We both have the same interests in movies, board games, books and so much more. 

*****

Berta has been very sweet to me also; she reminds me a lot of my aunt Mildred. The only big difference is her height, where my aunt is 5 feet 7 inches, Berta is only 4 feet 6 inches. But other than that, they are alike in many ways. Such as the way the both teach you something new, by making you do it yourself with them, guiding you if you need help. Personally, I love learning like that. Mostly because, I know that I’ll be able to understand what I’m doing better. Which in turn means that I’ll be able to understand much better and be able to complete the task with minimal help if any.

The best technique for teaching, I think, not only is someone learning what they need to learn. But they’re also becoming self-sufficient in the topic or subject that they are studying. 

*****

After hearing some people in the kitchen talking about the children at the daycare, I made it my mission to have a chat with Angel with or without Terry. Going to the kitchen first, since it was close to dinner time. I didn’t find her there. So, I went to the childcare center, sure enough, there she was playing with 25 young kids or pups as they are called. I just watched her, she seems like she has a real knack for working with kids. I wondered if she ever thought about working at the daycare on a regular basis. I’m betting that she would make a good teacher.

As I was watching her with the kids, she spotted me and just stopped playing with the kids. “Please, don’t let me interrupt you” I said, “But I would like to speak with you for a few minutes when you have a break from the kids,” I wasn’t going to give her any chance to make an excuse as to why she couldn’t talk with me. I went over to a bench and sat down to wait for her. After a few minutes, another teacher came outside to watch the kids. Angel walked over to me and sat down. For a few minutes neither one of us said anything. Finally, I turned and looked at her.

Feeling like I was going to throw up, I started hugging my stomach and rocking slightly back and forth. Of course, Angel noticed, but she thought I was just upset. While she was right in a sense, I was upset. But I was starting to feel really sick and I was burning up. It felt like the fire was starting in my stomach. I leaned over on the bench, almost folding over in half. Instead of making the pain feel better, it got much worse. I couldn't hold back the scream that tumbled out of my throat and mouth. 

I woke up to the feeling of movement, “I got you my Queen, just hold on to me.” Terry said. It seemed like forever before he stopped walking. Each step he made felt like someone was adding fuel to the fire in my stomach. All I wanted was to curl up into a ball, or maybe let a few horses pull me apart. I couldn't decide, I just wanted the pain to go away. 

Terry took me to his rooms, I guess he mind-linked my parents because mom and dad arrived shortly after we did. “She smells like she's in heat.” Terry asked “when was the last time she had wolves-bane? When was she due to get another dose?” Terry asked, looking at my parents. 

Why are they all sitting here talking like nothing is wrong? I thought to myself. I couldn't even talk straight with the pain. “Just someone rip out my stomach please. I don't care what you use, it can be a dull rusty spoon from the garbage for all I care. Just, PLEASE, make this pain stop.”

“We can't honey” my mom said “only your mate can” I looked at Terry with a questionable look, not understanding. 

“For me to help you with the pain, we need to be intimate. As much as my wolf would love to mate with you. I know that you’re not ready” Terry said with a pained look on his face.

“What do you mean we have to get intimate?” 

“Can you please give me some privacy with my mate?” He asked my parents, never taking his eyes off of mine.

They left silently, the door making a small click as it closed behind them. “You’re in heat, your wolf is waking up. Because of the wolf-bane in your system, you haven't felt this before. Your wolf was being suppressed. Now that it's clearly leaving your system, you're starting to feel what your wolf feels. Right now, your wolf is in heat and ready to mate. I know you’re not ready for that step in our relationship, so I haven't attempted to mate with you before. But now you’re in pain, and there isn't much that I can do to help you. My wolf is very anxious to try and help, but even he knows you’re not ready, even if your wolf is. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?” He asked while looking very saddened and pained.

“I think I do,” I told him. “But how can I make this pain go away? I feel like my insides are on fire and I just want to rip them out.”

He laid down on the bed with me and pulled me into his arms. Rubbing small circles on my arms and back. That did help some, but not much. He kept drawing circles on my arm and back, trying to sooth me and help me feel better. “So, what exactly needs to be done for my pain to go away?” I asked quietly.

He doesn’t respond, instead he starts talking about nonsense stuff and keeps rubbing my back and arms. I don’t really mind much since it is soothing a little bit. But I really want to know what he means.

“You want to tell me what you were doing at the daycare?” He asked.

“Nothing much really, I was watching the kids play. But I really wanted to talk with Angel.” I told him, “I really want to know what it is about me that she hates so much. I could understand if we had some type of disagreement or something. But I don’t even know her.” I told him, looking up into his face. “We did talk, while I don’t like the motives behind her actions. Nor do I like the way she feels that she can disrespect me. I do have to admit, some of the things she has said, made sense. 

“She obviously has been in love with me and I’ve never known or noticed. My finding you and bringing you here seem to have put a real monkey wrench in her plans to become my life partner and Luna. I do want to say that a few people have brought to my attention how she feels about me, while I never took notice before, and I certainly never encouraged her crush on  me. I can admit that it would be hard to watch someone you care about loving someone else”. Terry said. He continued to talk about none-since stuff.

*****

Soon we both drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by a knock on the door. Terry was walking to the door by the time I sat up. Emily was standing at the door holding a large tray. “Angel sent this up for you guys, since Luna isn’t feeling well we didn’t think you guys would be coming down for dinner.” As she sat the tray down, she lifted the covers off the plates. The aroma from the food smelled so good, my mouth started watering.

After Emily left, we sat down, so we could eat. Steak cooked a perfect medium rare, roasted red potatoes with fresh herbs, baby corn and carrots steamed just right with a touch of salt and pepper, and big fluffy rolls still warm from the oven they just melted on your tongue. Everything tasted so good, I had to force myself to slow down and enjoy the meal. Before I could finish eating, there was another knock on the door. Terry went to open the door, there stood Emily once again with an even larger tray. Thank goodness the table in Terry’s kitchenette is big. Otherwise, I don’t know how we could have fit all the food on the table.

“You seemed to be enjoying your dinner, so I asked Emily to bring a few extra plates up. I also asked if she would like to eat dinner with us. I thought you might enjoy some female company as well.” Aww, that was so sweet of him. I thought as I started eating again. By the time I was half-way through my second plate, I was able to slow down and eat at a normal pace.