The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

It was supposed to be a happy reunion. Bringing back the Cold Prince to the cavern.

To be with his little queen but the little queen didn’t like the gift and rained abuses on them. It wasn’t to be not expected anyway.

“Don’t cry. Your brother isn’t dead” Han tried consoling the little queen. He looked up to Lydia for an assurance and she nodded.

Lydia could swear she saw hints of anger and hate in younger brother’s eyes.

She didn’t know if it was because of holding the two royalties or maybe for she ignoring him and running off to meet Scott.

She had vaguely explained to Margaret that she ran after Scott cos she wanted to help. Evelyn help add that she wanted to set a record like her.

“You won’t imagine the amount of blood I saw. Scott gave me ear muffs so I can’t hear the slashing but I didn’t see the spilling”.

Lydia shuddered every word as she leaned on Evelyn while her legs were on Han’s.

“You can brag that you helped kidnap the Cold Prince now” Margaret cheered. Lydia cheered along causing Evelyn to laugh.

Han didn’t find any of it funny, and for reasons unbeknownst to his sisters. Holding unto his small dagger, he crept out of their cave.

“BROTHER! BROTHER!! ARE YOU OKAY?” were the first words Cold Prince heard when he woke up.

He staggered to his feet with his eyes barely open and stumbled back when his head hit a metallic object.

“You are in a cage”.

Was that his sister’s voice he was hearing? He fought his eyes to open widely and was grateful for the sight he was holding.

Not so grateful when he saw the ropes tying her hands and legs to a tree branch.

“Are you okay?” he asked tenderly.

The once worried little girl scoffed, “Aren’t you ashamed of being in a cage asking me that? Where’s your army, you should be here to save me!”.

He sighed, she must not have been handled as badly as he feared or she wouldn’t still have her mouth running.

His memory weren’t coming back as he quickly as he wanted so he threw them to the back of his head to load while using his magic to tear off the ropes on his sister.

She watched in amazement as the ropes lifted and twirled themselves loose. Her expression turned to a resentful when he was done.

“So, you have regained your dark magic. When would you have told me?”.

“You’re welcome” he answered instead. Was it him who didn’t teach her the right ethics or was she just naturally unmannered?

Breaking off the cage he was in was some work. It was an animal cage so was built with stringer metal.

He used all his might cos it was infuriatingly demanding for someone in his status to be in a cage. His little sister just sat there doing nothing.

“Won’t you find a nail or something so I can unlock the key?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“Or it’s it amusing me struggle” he added, “in here like an animal”.

She smirked, “Indeed it is. I hate the fact you are more powerful than I am. Seeing you struggle, like a animal, amuses me”.

She strolled away from him.

Cold Prince bit his lower lips. That brat was just twelve.

How ever did she expect to be stronger than her nineteen year old brother who learnt to hold a sword from when he was ten.

It must have been him, he must have been the one who spoilt her after their mother became ill three years ago.

He hadn’t want her feeling sad and gave her everything she wanted. Even Queen title. He started it.

He just couldn’t wait till his mother’s back on her feet, to take back her title and the responsibility of raising her child.

He went back to the cage, he couldn’t use much of his magic on it. Not his current state of magic at least. After the war of that year, he was yet to recover all.

This was the best time to convert his dark energy to thermal energy and melt the metal off. Then bounce out like the Prince he was.

He sat back in the cage. A part of him hoped that his sister was looking for something to help. A more reasonable part, laughed at him.

He shouldn’t expect much from her.

The sound of her running back made him smirk but it faded when he heard footsteps behind her. She must have been caught.

“Scott, if you hurt her…?” he trailed when he noticed the trail behind her was of a smaller size.

“Han Chan?” he asked, perplexed. Was he in heaven or did the detestable wolf send him to the monks?Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Han bent downwards and unlocked the key chain with a dagger. Cold Prince sighed as the key fell to the ground.

He stood up with Han’s help, “Did the monks send you on an errand then you saw me here and decided to help?”.

Han looked downwards. Cold Prince didn’t understand why.

His sister gazed at Han with contempt, it didn’t bother him, she never stared at anything lovingly. Except their mother and his right hand, Chan.

“I beg you, your highness, forgive my elder sisters. They’re all bewitched by the wolf’s Alpha Powers. I ask that you don’t punish them” Han pleaded.

Cold Prince confused expression straightened, “So I’m still at the wolfman’s place? And sisters? By any chance is the dark haired your sister?” he threw all the questions at once.

“He has three evil sisters claiming to be the Lunas of the Wolfman. Let’s leave. Han, helping my brother means I won’t kill you for watching your sisters hurt me but I’d kill them when we meet again” she huffed, pulling her brother away.

Cold Prince patted the boy while walking past him. He was still trying to process the information.

The last scene before he fell unconscious played in his head. Yes, there was a girl who let down a cage at him. That must be another sister.

He knew Han and Chan from the monastery. Chan was giving to him to train as Han was there for a purpose and was on life prolonging pills.

The two boys were like brothers even having each other’s names as their surnames. He didn’t want to separate them so he let Chan visit till three year ago, he stopped after the war.

Han saved them once from danger and he had always found the boy as impressive.

Meeting the boy again was happiness but meeting him here as ‘brother-in-law” to his enemy… and he needing the heads of his sisters. He was confused on how to resolve this.