The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

(At the Forbidden Forest Entrance)

Margaret nodded to Jackson to bring down his dagger. Jackson stared at her in disbelief. They tied her younger brother to a tree!

“I am sorry, I actually saved him, you know!” Anya defended. She looked at her brother for support but he still closed his eyes, resting.

“No thanks” Chan spat and stormed off. Jackson followed him, pulling Margaret with him, “Wait, I’d speak with them” she stopped him.

Jackson let her go, look over at the King and Princess before taking Chan away. Anya groaned in dismay. Her whole plan failed.

“Thanks for saving me and the kids. I just realized that’s your horse” she started. Gerard was still resting his head on a tree, eyes shut.

He made no sound so his sister nudged him, You’re welcomed. I was sent to, actually” he referred to Anya. Anya smiled.

“Well, I’d be thanking her then. My apologies”, Margaret shifted to the girl, “Thank you, Anya. And Chan didn’t really need saving”.

The girl looked down offended, “I guess my mom said that to make me happy. He’s not my mate at all. She wasn’t under any influence when she said that” she muttered.

Margaret only made out ‘mate’, her cheeks flushed, she suppressed the feeling and turn to Gerard, “Did you help me cos we’re mates?”.

His eyes finally opened, “Are we?”, Margaret raised a brow, weren’t they, “If we were, we both would feel a connection. Do you feel anything?”.

She exhaled, she’d thought too far, like if they weren’t. She didn’t feel anything, exactly. She didn’t love him, what’s she supposed to feel?

She didn’t meet his gaze, while shaking her head, “I feel nothing. Just I’m not scared of you and you can be fun. But what am I to feel?”.

The King didn’t know also, “Come around my kingdom sometimes. We’d find out” he threw his sister behind his horse.

“What?” was that an open invitation? What’d they do to find out. Her jaw clenched, “And your dark energy won’t hurt me?”. He shook his head.

She peered at his retreating figure, “Well, I don’t know. Evelyn wants us to leave. Maybe, I’d try” she rapped.

She felt embarrassed immediately agreeing to come over to his place. But she brushed it off and headed back home.

(At the Cavern)

Lydia packed the last badge of clothes in the bag. Where was Margaret? She needed her strong arms to lift the big things.

Evelyn marched into the room, surveying everything, she gave an approving nod then went to check Han’s temperature.

“Evelyn, Margaret, Lydia!”.

Evelyn froze. What was Timothy doing at their forest again? Scott was at his Vern when he heard Timothy’s voice. That man was back.

Scott’s voice was crooked, from arguing with Evelyn all afternoon, and he couldn’t walk as there was still in a healing hole in him.

Still, he dragged himself out. Jackson had once said Evelyn hunted in Timothy being the reason she wanted to leave. Was he here to take them with him?

He saw the man out, on a pretty white horse, the horse had the royal designs of Craitan, atop the horse, behind him was a lady.

The lady looked beautiful with her long dark hair and deep emerald eyes, she was almost six feet and looked like a warrior.

Seeing her armor, hidden in her robe, he knew she was a warrior. She didn’t look threatening and her eyes searched about the cavern.

“You think you can just walk in here?” Scott advanced towards Timothy. The woman smiled but it faded, Timothy went behind her.

“Where’s your Alpha?” she held her sword, besides her. Scott paused on his steps. “And where are my daughters?” she eyed Timothy.

Daughters? Immediately, Scott felt he saw Lydia in her. Like a slight replica of Lydia. He saw a bit of Margaret and then Evelyn.

“Scott, she’s the girl’s mother. Xena. Don’t offend her?” Timothy added more stress in the last part. Scott was dumbstruck. Mother?!

“Timothy, what are you doing here? Where you kicked out your team? Expected” Evelyn folded her arms, walking out of the cavern.

She didn’t spare a sight to the lady but looked at the pretty horse. She recognized the Craitan design and became defensive.

“Hey, I wasn’t kicked out. My team leader even says I’m her favorite!” Timothy yelled from behind Xena. Scott just returned to his cavern.

Evelyn finally gazed at the lady. She had an impressive stature. Scott watched her. Could she recognize her? After long!

“My name is Xena. I’m wondering…” Xena looked the girl over, before arching her eyes brows at Timothy.

Timothy raised his hands. How could Evelyn not feel a connection with her mother? The blood is thicker than water thing.

“Xena?” Lydia softly walked out of the cavern with her bag, “Xena was my mother’s name. Right, Eve?”.

She always called her mother “mom” for the three years she lived with her. And she didn’t see her home all the time as she trained.

Evelyn shrugged, anyone could answer Xena, “You’re Greek? From my mother’s family?” she tarried on the woman’s eyes.

Something crawled in on Lydia, she dropped her bag. “Mom?” Lydia couldn’t believe her ears.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Evelyn gave her a look and swerved her head back to the woman, “Mother?”.

“How can you be mother! She’s died!” it was Margaret from behind Xena and Timothy. She faced the lady, “Mom wouldn’t be this young”.

Chan looked at Evelyn, Lydia and the woman. Who was the warrior? She looked foreign. Jackson pulled him away from the lady.

Evelyn pulled Margaret back, “Mother? I didn’t know her much but she died at war. Are you a sister?” she wanted to be polite.

Xena smirked, and tossed her honorary badge. Fifteen years and her children deny her. To say the least, she was hurt.

“You girls have bad memory” she clicked her tongue, strolling into a cavern to find a place to sit. They carefully followed her.

“Timothy, is she our mother for real?” she heard her youngest mother ask her cousin, “I was captured by Craitan for fifteen years”.

She girls stared at her. Xena looked around the cavern till her eyes landed on a boy, lying frailly on the bed, “Is that Lucas?” she ran to him.

Evelyn’s eyes widened. Lucas? That sounded familiar to her. It started coming in.

“He lived. Timothy your father really brought my son to life? How?” her eyes were tearing. Timothy moved closer, “Some monks helped”.

Xena inspected the injury in her son’s side, “Would someone tell me who hurt my son!” she barked at everyone in the cave.

Jackson sighed. This was really the girls mother. At least, she was really Evelyn’s mother. Proof was identical temper tantrums.