The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Seventy-Eight – Boiling Temper.

Luciana gulped down the alcohol, glaring at the pictures of her dead warriors. Nineteen healthy daughters of hers dead.

She threw everything down on her table but caught the alcohol bottle before it landed, she still needed more of it to prevent her from killing someone.

“Alpha, the elders are back. Garcia is as well. She asks if we should sneak to Johnson’s pack for an ambush.” Avery asked in her mind link.

Luciana shuts off the mind link without any response. It was useless, and she preferred a confrontation other than an ambush.

Johnson was biting more than he could freaking chew! She went livid just thinking of how he escaped her hands.

There was more nudging behind her head so she gulped down another glass of alcohol. Why wasn’t she getting drunk? Was she too mad to?

She crashed the bottle on the wall. Everything frustrated her. She left her bed, kicking the door open. She let the night breeze cool her temper.

The last time she boiled this much, a clan of a species was wiped out. And she still lived with the regret and reputation of a being a murderer. Johnson was really a good challenger.

Like to add to the calm she needed for her soul, a small white dove flew and rested on her shoulders. She smiled at it, staying still.

She noticed the small attachments on it’s leg and her forehead creased. Was it a letter? What Alpha was sending her a letter through doves?

The idea brought a smile to her face. Either a traditional Alpha or an Alpha who didn’t want to sell his tracks.

Immediately she took out the letter, the bird flew off. She made a small pout, before getting back into her room.

It was a palm size paper that was used, she barely saw the writing.

It piqued her interest when she glazed through and saw her brother’s name mentioned more than twice.

Why? Was something wrong with him?

(The Luna’s House)

“Finally, you returned home.” Nathan rested at the door with a smile.

The Luna flipped her hair backwards. “Did you miss me?” She went in for a hug and smiled when she heard her son mutter a “very much”.

She didn’t plan to stay away as the times were more dangerous but it was difficult breathing under her daughter’s strict rule.

And her son didn’t have as much time for her as he used to as he seemed to have found his other half. Her husband was still away.

“I rushed back when I heard Johnson declared war on all packs. He’s sick.” She deadpanned. “I don’t think he realizes he’s fighting wolves.”

Wolves weren’t humans he could keep at a place and bomb to death, any injury healed on werewolves and the mind link created a better teamwork.

She had studied humans the past few days and realized that if they had healing abilities and a mind link, they’d have gone further especially in the medical department.

“Nathan, you have been quiet. And you seem to have lost weight.” She scrutinized his face, she looked at his silky hair, they seemed less shiny, he had been stressing himself.

“You know you’re not a wolf, you can stay with the pups for protection while all this happen. Rest assured, we’d win.” His mother assured.

Nathan heaved a sigh, nodding absentmindedly. “You once complained about me not having the aura of a wolf, now I’m trying to help, do let me.”

She shrugged. “Well then, be careful. And be careful and be careful. Don’t join the fighting cos you feel you can, they’d be consequences.”

A tinge of curiosity rose in Nathan as his mother spoke. She stressing on being careful and not joining fights due to consequences.

By any chance, did she know he wasn’t human. She had adopted him herself that year. And had made the rest of the family accept him.

If there was anyone who could have caught his scent when he was still naïve and reckless, it should be her.

Still he dreaded to ask.

His mother cupped his face in her hands, and matched his worried gaze with her loving one. “It’s okay, everything would work out.”

The way she stressed on everything, he was almost sure she knew about him and maybe knew that it worried him at the time.

He pulled her to a hug, feeling vulnerable on thinking his sister could come any time to snuff life from him.

His mother patted him and he let go of her, sniffing in back the tears. “Ah, mom, don’t leave for long again. Okay?’ he gave a sad smile.

She shrugged. “Don’t ignore me while spending time with your new female friend.”

“Girlfriend.” He corrected.

His mother gasped. “Well, soon to be wife, yeah?” She winked.

He sighed. He wished. He left her to meet with Jarma and check if those elder wolves escaped, he had to distract his mind off his thoughts.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

The Luna exhaled contentedly, taking out the unworn clothes she brought back from her mini vacation.

She was done and nearly falling to bed when her door slammed open, cold breeze crashed on her bare skin as she was in her night gown.

“Lucy!” she scolded immediately.

“Mother!” a growl replied her.

She flinched, hurrying to the door. Was this her way of welcoming her back after the vacation? She couldn’t see quite well as it was night dark.

However, she was sure red glowing eyes bored into hers when she went back to her room. How had she gotten in? “Lucy, is something wro…?”

“The boy you brought home fifteen years ago? Was he human?”

The Luna froze on hearing a deep voice growling at her. She barely made out the words. Her heartbeat increased when she deciphered it.

“The boy I brought home fifteen years ago? Isn’t that your brother….?”

“Is he human!!” Luciana cut her mother’s words. She marched into view, and her mother’s mouth fell on seeing her.

The veins on her face, the pain on her face and her balled fist. She must have known. Her fifteen year old secret.

“Lucy, how did you know? But he’s still your brother. It doesn’t matter what creature he is. Fox or not, you love him.” Her mother pleaded.

A guffaw of laughter stopped her from saying more words, what was funny in her pleadings. “Lucian Bora Squeal, listen to your mother!”

“No, mother! You lied to me. We both hunted foxes yet you brought one to live with me for years. Do you know how big that mockery is?”

The Luna sighed. They shouldn’t be having this conversation now. Family problems shouldn’t be arising with pack issues.

“You released the boy, Lucy. He was the boy you couldn’t kill, as well as his pregnant mother. His mother died and he would as well.”

“And that was why I didn’t kill him! Cos I knew he’d die as well.” She ran her hands through her hair. “I’m frustrated now. No thanks to you.”

The Luna tried to hold into her daughter’s hands but she shoved her away. “Lucy, what are you thinking of doing now?”

Luciana titled her head with a smirk. “What else? Kill the boy I couldn’t kill.”

There was a huge feel of psychopathy in her tone, the Luna stepped back from her with even higher heart beats.

With wolf speed, Luciana sped out of the room. The Luna’s legs weakened and she knelt on the ground, holding her chest. “Please, my daughter, don’t kill my son.”