Stolen Luna

“What do you mean by she's married to a human with two children?” Greyback asked standing tall with his head down staring at Lucian who was kneeling on the floor. “ Am I supposed to take another's man wife just because she's my Luna?” Lucian responded A second wasn't noticed when Greyback bent towards Lucas… Smack!!! Greyback released a tight slap on his face. “ I am still the Alpha plus your head and I will not have you speak to me with that tone” he said holding Lucas cheeks tight. “ Stop it!!!” “ stop this madness immediately” sick Alma shouted from a distance as she makes her way to the throne. Lucian stood up from the floor and went to his mother. Holding her hands, he caressed it softly and spoke “ mother, you should be resting” I'd rather die on my feet than on the bed”. “ I'd take the poison and die with you my dear” Greyback said walking over to collect his wife. “ Now tell me…. wh….*coughs*.... What's the matter? “ Your son is too weak to be the next head” Greyback spoke “ What do you mean by that?” She asked trying to sit “ I raised the best amongst the best. Now tell me son, what's troubling you?” “ It's the case of a misplaced Luna, mother; she's happily married to a man with two two children. I can't possibly steal her a…..” “ Shut up immediately!” Greyback’s voice echoed through the hall “ here in Luna'shollow we take what's rightfully ours without looking back!. No matter what it takes” “ We don't know how long the poison in your mother will let her live. Why can't you just do the needful?” Greyback spoke softly “ And by needful, you mean killing a man and leaving his children alone?” Lucian asked. “Hahahahahahaha!!” Simeon who has been sitting by the corner all along, bursts out laughing “ I'm ever ready father. I have my Luna with me” he said caressing the neck of his Luna who's sitting next to him. “ If your first child proofs to be weak, your second happens to be bra…..”. He wasn't able to finish his sentence when Lucas dashed towards the chair. He placed his hands on his neck. His fangs and fingers coming out smoothly. Lucas eyes turned dark red. Simeon sat still, trying to show no sign of weakness but everyone could see sweat breaking on his forehead. Everyone knew the beast should not be provoked, so no one spoke. Like lightning, Lucian left him and to his former position he spoke “ you shouldn't be foolish. I will do as you have said father.” He turned his back to leave when his mother spoke softly “ Lucian?” he turned just his head to the side, hands crossed untop his ass. “ I know you will do the right thing.” Lucian approved with a nod and continued walking towards the door and with that his shadow disappeared. Simeon who's been holding his breathe all along finally spoke “ that son of a bit…” Vera, who's been sitting next to him, pinched him slightly. “ Your b***h is sitting right there” she whispered and stood to leave. With a slight bow to the Alpha, she left. “ Father, you can still consider my suggestion. I am indeed so capa….”* Coughs*... Simeon was cut short from the series of cough released by his mother. “ Mr. Capable, please take me to my room” Alma said as she stood to leave, stretching her hands for simeon to take. “Why dont anyone let me finish my conversation?” Simeon asked showing his elongated canal. “ You wouldn't live to get a reply, if you don't get that teeth back in” Blackwood called from behind. Alma laughs loudly as Simeon helps her to her room. This is her family. She found joy here but would be leaving soon. She was shot with an arrow of poison after Blackwood stole her from her Alpha. “Joe wasn't the one for me” she muttered softly. Although the poison is been there for a very long time, it's letting her live her life. NEW YORK. The rain tapped softly against the roof, creating a rhythmic, soothing melody that echoed through the Maxwell's family home. The scent of wet earth drifted in through slightly cracked windows, mixing with the faint aroma of simmering stew in the kitchen. Inside, the living room was cozy—dimly lit by a warm table lamp in the corner. A faded brown couch, slightly sunken from years of use, sat facing a low wooden TV stand. A stack of children’s books and a few scattered toys hinted at younger occupants. The soft hum of a ceiling fan turned slowly overhead, blending with the patter of rain. In the hallway, worn picture frames lined the walls—smiling faces frozen in time, marking birthdays and graduations. The tiled floor felt cool underfoot, and puddles near the entrance showed someone had just returned in a rush. From the kitchen came the clinking of plates being set for dinner, and a parent’s gentle call—homey, simple, safe. All wrapped in the embrace of a rainy evening. “ Babe!! Jane!! Cabin!!... Dinner is served” Isabella called out to her family. “ mummm….. I don't want peas again” 3 year old who had just began to run, came running. “ Then you don't have plans to grow” Cabin, who appeared from nowhere replied immediately, pouting his lips at Jane. Maxwell came to the dinning with some papers on his hands “ they plan to increase the rent babe” he said to his wife. “ My little girl is all grown…getting on the chair herself. Who's a big woman now?” Maxwell asked as he pat Jane's head. “Meeeeeeee” Jane replied while stuffing her mouth with a large chunk of meat. “ You'd choke” Cabin called out opposite Jane. “ If the rent get increased, we will look Into relocating to a small village babe” Isabella spoke softly to Maxwell while rubbing his hands. “ We will be fine my love” he replied. The family of four ate their meal silently. “ Mum, the food is delicious” Cabin said as he stood to return the plates. “ Thank you. Go to your room and get done with that home work of yours.. do not plug in your headset to avoid mis spelling” Isabella said “Mummmmmm, I'm nine already! For f**k’s sake” “ No use of f word in this house” Jane interrupted her mum who is already raising the spatula to aim at Cabin. “ Good girl” Maxwell said patting Jane's head “ now do as you were told” he said to Cabin who is already walking to his room. “ Okay daddy!!” Cabin replied. Picking Jane up, Isabella murmured “ you are increasing every minute” Jane chuckled. “ It's bed time , my girl” “ Good night daddy” Jane waved at her father . Maxwell stood up to kiss her forehead while he spanked his wife's ass “ I'm waiting for you” he whispered. “ Stooooopppppp” Isabella said as she shyed away In Jane's bedroom “ Little babyyy….cloooossee yyoouur beau …” Isabella sang as she pats Jane's back continuously. She stood up after a while “ say your prayers my love” she bent to whisper into Jane's ear. Covering her duvet well, she kissed her Little girls forehead and moved to the door. Switching the light off, she went out leaving the door slightly opened. Jane stood up immediately she noticed her mother was gone. She brought out her book and tried reading the sentences. She was determined to learn how to read in a week. In the other other room, Cabin removed his head phone quickly upon hearing the approaching steps of his mother. Isabella smiled as she opened the door to see her son sound asleep. Quietly, she walked in, tiptoed to his bed and placed a kiss on his forehead before leaving. Cabin plugged in his earpiece once his doors were shut. Isabella is or rather was a werewolf. Her inner wolf had died a long time ago because her parents brought her into New York since she was a child. She didn't know anything about having a mate or being a werewolf but all that was about to change. She's been married to Maxwell for 23 years now and has no clue on who she really is. 18, was the official age to know your mate with just a glow in your eyes when you see him or her and your inner wolf calling softly “ your mate” “ Your mate” Isabella stopped to stare at her husband, looking so charming like the first day she met him at that coffee shop. “ I'm in the mood babe” she said as she walked to him. Holding her waist, he made her sit on his laps, releasing soft kisses on her neck and back. Moaning softly, she spoke “ I want to be tied babe” “ Your wish is my command” Maxwell replied as he picked her up in a bridal style, carrying her to the bedroom. The bedroom wasn't so polished. The walls were made of wood that were strong as hell. It felt just normal for average people.