The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

For a while Evelyn thought that Madam Lara took some martial arts class that gave her the guts to attack her.

But no, she was still the old troublesome Madam Lara of tomatoville. And had just helped her exercise her bones.

She ran the way through the forest. She noticed the wolf pack, following behind her. And joined their howling. It was stupid but she felt free.

They stopped at their cave and she thanked them for the company and skipped back to the cavern.

“Hey, Han, Lydia! I’m back” she hurriedly picked some random flowers she found around. They were some far off but she ignored them.

She went back and found it still closed. Could Lydia still be heavily sick? She them remembered she never kept medications for her.

“Chan! Han! Open up please” she sped towards the flowers that were far off and rushed back in front on the cavern with a smiley face.

It was still closed. Now what was happening! She spent the next forty minutes shouting and yelling to whomever was in there.

She just needed to rest and treat her sisters. Was that so much to ask? Who ever was behind locking her here was so damned.

She sat on a tree trunk, keeping her eyes check for any wild sounds. What could be wilder than those Killer wolves she ran with?

She thought on it, staying in the forest wasn’t as bad as she thought. Here no one cared about money or gold.

She hadn’t even been able to spend a penny from her parent’s compensation. None was needed in the forest.

Still there was fresh food. The only thing was wrong was the situation the forest was in now. War and chaos.

While she thought of chaos, the clouds showed her more chaos by crying it hearts out on her. She tried looking for a place to hide.

The trees weren’t enough shade! She screamed some more and cursed at whoever was inside but was letting her get went outside.

She hated rain. It had traumatic experiences for her. Like how her parents and pushed them into a cart when they were kids.

A cart taking young women and children to the outskirts of Galdrish. She wanted to stay with her mother but was forbade to.

Crying and screaming under that rain while hearing the screams of her village people were tormenting.

And only she could have the memory, her young sisters were still young and disorganized to remember. She was grateful for that.

Her uncle also worsened her rain trauma by locking her outside on days he annoyed her, leaving her to the cold and wet of everything.

She began wishing she paid the man a visit during her time back at the village. She’d most likely make a scene, he deserved it.

The rain didn’t seem like it’d stop and she was shivering. She crept to the cavern to find shelter but it was an oddly shaped cave stone.

She heard whimpering of a young wolf so she followed it sounds, finding it under a fallen tree branch.

Could have fallen during the rain, she thought.

“The rain brings a lot bad luck, right?” she sighed as she released him. He rushed to his den where his family was.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. So much for thinking they were both unlucky. She went back to the tree and rested on it.

She could as well catch a cold so her sisters would take care of her. It’s been long someone actually did.

Infact, it’s been fifteen years after her mother. She didn’t complain much. Oldest siblings must be the strongest, all the time.

While she was wallowing in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the figure that appeared behind her.

She felt no more droplets on her body and looked up to see a thick cloak covering her.

“Jackson! Jackson!!” the first time had surprise and relief, the second held anger and wrath. She slapped his arm, “You guys left me here”.

Jackson smiled, wrapping the thick cloak around her, “We’d run to my horse down the stream. It refused to come close cos of wolves”.

She clicked her tongue. He should apologize for her being out in the rain. And where’s he taking her? Why didn’t he come from the cavern?

“Scott took Lydia to my pack. She got worse. And Margaret is back. Just come please” he tried squeezing out her wet hair.

She blinked her eyes confused, and under the wet and cold weather, with the bright moon above them, it felt magical to him.

“Run back with me, Evelyn” he pleaded. And that would be scratching one off his bucket list. Running in the rain with his mate.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

She wiped her face with her hand, “I don’t want to go to your pack. I don’t even have a place to stay there. It’s late and I’m tired”.

“Don’t worry, your sisters are comfortable already, they’re lots of good news to tell you” he pulled her to himself.

Damon moaned when their bodies met and he secretly ran his hands through her wet hair, “Don’t worry, you won’t fall”.

Evelyn was unwilling but still, to save herself from cold, she let him run with her towards the horse. Dirty water splashing their feet.

She could sight the horse already when her legs slipped from a fallen branch, she fell in her small puddle of water.

She got up quickly looking at the mess her cloth was in. She made sure not to look at Jackson as he could have a mocking scowl.

He told she wouldn’t fall but let her trip intentionally.

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t see properly. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” came Jackson, offering to help her up.

She didn’t take his hand and shove it away “Go away. Don’t hold me anymore. It’s this fun to you. Please, let’s just go immediately”.

She grumpily climbed the horse, waiting for him to do the same so they’d run. Jackson stared at his hand before balling it.

“It was an accident, never done to make fun of you. You’re just the one who don’t accept someone trying to help you” he sniffles.

Her eyes lingered on him, before she breathed in, “Maybe. What help can you offer me anyway? Except protection. And believe me, soon, I won’t need your protection”.

Jackson decided not to answer that question, jumping on the horse. He was her mate and would help her in anyway she’d need.

His tricks and teases don’t go well with her so he’d keep it down. He’d have to prove to her and not just tell tales all the time.