Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

The two couples rose and looked at her carefully.

They were thinking about how to make her fat now. She was way too skinny up close!

The little boy’s saviour indeed can’t be like this.

“Once again, thank you for saving our little Pedro. Without your help, we don’t know where or what state we’ll be in by now. Thank you very much, Lavana.” Carmelia said as she pulled Lavana into an embrace.

Lavana felt warmth. She remembered when her mum would give her this big, loving hug.

When they broke the hug, Lavana looked like she’d zoned out.

The others just waited for her to come back to reality.

She must have a really tragic backstory. A hug from Carmelia made her zone out like this. Well, she deserved their waiting.

Beatrix walked to Lavana and held her hand, successfully bringing her back to reality.

“Beatrix…” Lavana called out softly.

“I’m here, big sis.”

Beatrix knew that if she didn’t bring her out of that spaced-out state in time, her aura (which could turn sinister) would be felt by all of them since they were all supernatural beings. Her aura was something an Omega wolf shouldn’t have.

Yes, these people seemed kind and warm but none can tell their reaction if they find out that she was not even a hybrid but a tribrid!

“I’m sorry for zoning out. I just haven’t felt this way in a long time. I got reminded of my late mum.” Lavana said, wiping a stray tear off.

“Oh, dear. What ordeal you must have been through. Why are we standing here? Let’s go in.” Carmelia said, pointing to her home.

Look at how flat Lavana’s tummy is, she must not have eaten anything at all, same as the little Beatrix.

“Thank you for receiving me and my little sister kindly. To be honest, I was quite nervous on the way here,” said Lavana.

“Oh, don’t be, young lady. Here everyone is our family. You are welcome to stay here as long as you like.” said Mel.

“Uh, thank you, sir.”

“Hahaha. Don’t call me that. Just call me by my name. I’m Mel. This is my beautiful wife and soulmate, Regina.” he introduced with his arm around his smiling wife.

“Mr Mel and Mrs Regina.”

“Remove the title,” said Regina as she left her husband’s embrace. She walked to Lavana and took her right hand, tenderly stroking it.

“Just call me Regina, young lady,” she said in a soothing voice.

Before Lavana knew it, Regina had led her into the house, with the others following after them.

Pedro took Beatrix to his room to show her the toys and fun things that he possessed.

He was happy to get a playmate that was this cute. It’s not like there were no other kids his age in the pack. He just wanted a cute playmate from his favourite people. Now his aunt Magnolia had brought a cute little playmate for him. How could he not be happy? She also brought his saviour and ended the pain and guilt he felt in his little heart. This Beatrix was his saviour’s little sister. Of course, he must treat her super well.

“Beatrix, from now on, whatever you ask, I’ll give it to you,” he said to her as they played with his fascinating toys.

“I want this bike. It’s pink and stylish.” Beatrix said, stroking the toy bike of her choice.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Hehe. That’s one of my favourites. But since you like it. Then it’s yours. When mom takes me shopping later, I’ll bring you along. You’ll see many things,” he said to her excitedly.

She nodded and started playing with her newly gifted bike.

Back home, she was never allowed to play with these. She had to be serious and learn how to master basic things for an apprentice witch like her. Being a noble young lady wasn’t all bed and roses. While others in the witch academy were allowed fun time, she was tutored alone in a class by selected highly praised teachers. After that, she would meet up with her main teacher. Her meals were on a so-called healthy strict routine.

“So, Lava, um, do you mind if I ask? If you do, then you can just skip it.” Rolandro looked uncertain as this was a sensitive question. Mel had gone out with a pack member who requested his help on certain issues.

Lavana was offered a herbal drink that Carmelia said was good for werewolves’ vitality.

She’d seen some pack members of the Ralton pack, especially the warriors, drink something; a slightly thick liquid drunk from either a mug or small bowl, though it was not very often that they did this. This liquid was reddish in color but the one here was yellowish and didn’t give off the rich fragrance of the one she saw in that damn pack. But she having a chance to drink something like this was an enormous fortune for her. It also showed their sincerity.

“As long as it’s not offensive, I will answer,” she replied to Rolandro.

“Okay.” Rolandro rubbed his palms together “So when we got there we couldn’t find you nor the vampires.”

“How did you know it was more than one vampire?” Lavana asked.

“The scent,” he replied. “It’s thicker than usual, so we knew it has to be at least two.”

“That disgusting smell.” she scrunched her nose at the memory of those three rotten undead beings she encountered. Good thing she got rid of them or else they’d continue to do more evil.

“Vampires are naturally faster than our kind. How did you escape from their grasp?” Rolandro asked.