The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Gerard chucked down the last bottle of alcohol in one go and threw the bottle on the soldier besides him.

The young man shook as the bottle shattered on the ground. Gerard smirked, getting up from his seat, staggering towards him.

He threw his hair back revealing his full face, bringing his face closer to the soldiers, fanning his breathe on his neck.

“Why are you flustered? Are you gay?” he whispered to the soldier.

The soldier shook his head continuously, “No sir. You’re just… too close” the young man turned beet red.

Gerard chuckled. He still missed the time he had such effects on his maidens. Now he felt nothing but dragged living.

He fell back to his seat, he waved his hands to the door, “Be a good boy, go get me another bottle”. The soldier bowed and scurried out of the room.

Gerard fiddled with his glass cup before throwing it to the ground in frustration. He needed to drown his feelings in something.

The soldier returned with two more bottles, making him smoke, “Your men really didn’t see Lu, eh? And are making me stay here”.

He knew it wasn’t his soldiers’ fault he was here. He just wanted to be anywhere else but his room so offered to stay guard at the prison house.

“Um… actually, I just heard that three soldiers were killed. And the dwarf got rescued somehow. The dragon bird sent never returned. It’s rider said it entered the werewolf border”.

Gerard spilled the alcohol that was just put in his glass, “And why am I knowing of this now? Lu went to the werewolves?”.

The soldier fretted, bowing down, “I am sorry, your highness. Please spare me, your highness”.

Gerard looked confused by his reaction. Yes, he was displeased by the information but he wasn’t planning on killing him?Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He then studied himself, realizing that his eyes had changed dark, involuntarily. And it seemed it was leading him somewhere, to someone.

He drew out the soldiers sword from his sheath, making the soldier cry out a plea.

He ignored him and went outside the room following the dark energy. It must be leading him to his catalyst. But how could she be here?

Margaret walked into the palace prison yard noiselessly. Since she stepped foot into the land, it was like the eye watching her had been even closer.

She ignored it and followed Lu through the dark path leading to a tunnel that I’d lead to the prison house.

When she saw the tunnel, her mouth dropped in disbelief. She was twice the size of that hole. And Lu just realized as he looked from her to it.

“Oh, um… I can fit in it though” he defended.

She sighed and attempted going back from where they started but Lu stopped her, “You can’t follow the front. Soldiers”.

Well, she needed to get to Chan somehow and bring him back that same night so she was taking all odds.

“Take your route. I’d meet you in the middle. Don’t worry, I’d handle the soldiers” she patted him and crawled back to the front.

Lu entered the tunnel hole but on second thoughts came out as went after her. She’d need a distraction if she wanted to get in.

He found Margaret a top a fallen soldier, she took his sword and torch and began navigating her way into the prison house.

Lu shrugged, she seemed to know what she’s doing.

“Why isn’t there any soldier here?” she asked, as they went deeper into the prison house.

Lu looked around. Could it be after his attack something else happened?

“The boy’s staying deep inside. Let’s hurry. I don’t like this feeling” Lu hurried her inside.

Whereas, watching them from a tower, Gerard’s heart began beating faster.

“Your catalyst” he heard something say behind his head. It was the dark energy and it just confirmed.

“You make my ‘catalyst’ sound like a person I should love and protect. She’s an enemy” he murmured to the unknown being.

“If you hurt her then you’d never get to your full capacity. And only when she’s happy with you would she let her self lose to help you” it replied.

It disappeared as it came, slowly dying behind his head. Gerard turned to stop another soldier, who was making a patrol towards them.

Whatever brought his catalyst to him? He should know. He needed to thank him or her for sparing him the trouble.

He followed them, behind, like a shadow.

“Chan? Chan??” Margaret raised her torch above her face to see clearly, “You’d take him threw that tunnel. He can pass” she told Lu.

With her sword, she broke through the chains in one go and swirled the sword back to it’s sheath.

Lu looked at her in fascination, “You’re good with swords. Are you trained?”.

She nodded proudly, “My sisters and I train. Nothing serious” she grunted as she dragged the cell door away. It obediently rolled open.

Lu went inside and slapped the sleeping boy awake. He so regretted helping him but his new friends’ brother needed him.

Margaret noticed the shadow behind her and swiftly turned. It hid and that was when she unsheathed her sword.

“Hurry, take Chan away. Someone wants to party” she stood at a defensive stance.

“Margaret? What are you doing here? The King shouldn’t see you or you won’t leave” Chan mumbled on seeing Margaret. She frowned.

What that his way of saying thank you! She should be elbowing him for sending dragon birds to his friend and nearly killing her with an arrow.

But then, the torch began flickering. She heard Lu scrambling his feet, pushing Chan towards the tunnel that was behind the prison.

“Make sure Chan gets to my brother. My brother mustn’t die. I’d meet you” she shouted to Lu, who she didn’t know was gone with Chan.

“Hello, Margaret” a deep hoarse voice echoed in the dark prison house.

Margaret felt her sword pulling off from her hand by an invisible force so she channeled her energy and ran towards the force. She stabbed on something, someone.

The torch stabilized and she saw who she had stabbed. She went back to take in his appearance as it was the Prince that had come to her forest.

Gerard looked down at his injured arm in horror. How could she had been able to stab him and his body couldn’t move?

The voice appeared again behind his head, “She is your catalyst. Your mate. Only she can improve you. Only she can kill you”.

Margaret drew the sword out, making Gerard fall on his knees, “I didn’t think killing you would be easy. So much for a Prince, well, I gotta run”.

She turned to leave, playing with her new sword. She received a hit on her head that made her fall unconscious.

“You came to me, you aren’t leaving that easy” Gerald groaned, staggering towards her.