The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Han couldn’t meet Lydia’s gaze so he stared at the ground. Disappointment and disbelief filled her sighs.

He didn’t bother check the eyes of his other sisters. Or Scott. They’d probably be full to the brim with hate.

“So they’ve been your friends for a while. That’s why you saved them?” Scott asked while nonchalantly playing with a stick.

Han moved backwards while Lydia tore the stick from Scott’s hands. Giving him a bruise.

“Stop scaring him. Do you really wanna hit my brother with that?” Lydia seemed to be throwing her anger on him.

He raised his hands in surrender. He hadn’t thought of hitting the boy. Why should he? He played with the stick to loosen tension.

“They are going to be back. And we are on their kill list. You know?” Evelyn spoke up after a longtime.

Han nodded sheepishly, “Sorry…”.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I brought the girl. They fought to bring the Prince. We’re negotiating peace but you let them leave like that” Margaret fumed. She was now towering over the boy.

Han collapsed on the floor and stayed there. Yes, his effort were useless.

Even the little queen had said she would still kill his sisters. He should have kept to himself.

Scott placed a soothing hand on Margaret, “I understand him. It must have been hard seeing his friends being caged. Only if he told me then I would have considered”.

Margaret loosened up. She faked a smile and went back to her seat. Han wasn’t very grateful for Scott’s words.

Wolfmen were not to be trusted. He had had fifteen years knowledge from the monks to know that.

They can control humans with their supernatural powers to do their bidding. And he’s almost sure it might be what was controlling his sisters.

“The Cold Prince have a reason for hating on supernatural creatures. They’re supernatural and are void of human feelings” Han voiced out.

Scott turned coldly to him.

“What are you saying, Han? So you know that prince is here to kill right?” Lydia looked disappointed.

Han gave no response and walked back into the cave.

Even as a student of the monks, he was taught to defend himself from powers of supernatural creatures.

He would never forget his training. Not now his sisters seemed to be tied into such cases.

(Dark Dragon Dynasty)

He had literally partied all night. He consciously forgot about Han’s plight. His mother was alive.

And for once, his sister had been respectful towards the minsters that came to greet the Queen, the real Queen, his mother.

He was in a spirited mood and had made out with every woman that threw themselves at him, unlike his usual self.

He went after the ladies, at one point, till his eyes became blurry and he nearly fell on his mother.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

That’s when he knew he had enough and retired to his room, not alone anyway.

“Cold Prince, your mother wants to speak with you about the earlier discussion” Chan was inside the room.

Cold Prince looked up at him, he hadn’t heard him enter, “Would be there shortly. Let me finish here or is she asleep?”.

The blonde on his bed sprang up on hearing his voice. Chan smiled mischievously and left the room.

“Should we try again or is the problem with me?” he asked the girl.

She mouthed some words he couldn’t hear then threw away the blanket on her body revealing her nakedness.

Cold Prince stared at it. He had lost the taste. Taste for women. He had felt better when he was with the other bigger sized girl but with his usual maids, nothing.

He knew it had something to do with that Han’s sister but he couldn’t place what! It was unlike him to be attracted to women.

Especially one who on his kill list. Not that he had plans of killing her now she’s related to Han.

He pushed the complicated issue at the back of his head and pounced on the lady, trying hard to find some pleasure in her.

Minutes later he got up from her, wore his cloak and wore his shoes, “See yourself out, okay?” he tried to be nice. It wasn’t her fault.

“Yes, your highness” she said with heavy breaths.

Chan was waiting for him at the hallway.

“Where’s Magenta? Is she asleep already?” he asked. She should. It was late already.

Chan stopped in his tracks before continuing, “Ma…genta? Um… who?”.

Cold Prince was almost frowning before he realized, “Oh, I mean my little sister. You never knew her name?”.

“I refer her by “your highness” or “princess”. I can’t speak formally with her”.

“You should. She would like if you did. You’ve been with us for long already. You’re like family”.

“So I am like her older brother? That is tiring” Chan gave a small titter, he wiped off small beads of sweat forming on his face.

“Brother? Well, I don’t know. And yes, Anya has lots of energy. But you do good with her” Cold Prince patted him before getting into his mother’s chambers. Chan stayed at the door.

Chan made a smiley face but faded it off. It felt heartwarming hearing the Prince say those but he knew his status.

Family? Perhaps the Prince saw him as one. They’ve had near death experiences together. The princess, not certain. But the Queen, surely didn’t.

She basically attempted sexually abusing him the first weeks he came to stay with them.

He had worked extra hard to be picked by the Prince as right hand to avoid staying at the castle, prey to the Queen.

If not as a monk student, his hearing was heightened and he had fast thinking, he would have been caught alone with the Queen on many occasions.

At such times, the only escape he had was acting like he was interested in what the princess had to say. Or stay in the open.

He wasn’t their family. He was only there to serve the Prince. The only family he had was Han. Who, so far, he had heard nothing about.

The blonde girl, who had been in the Prince’s room, tiptoed besides Chan. He rolled his eyes, “I won’t tell him”.

“C’mon, Chan. I’d pay you in whatever way you want” she slurred.

He cringed, “Look, the Prince would be coronated King soon. He doesn’t need a Queen. His mom’s recovered and he’d keep her title as Queen. I can’t tell the Prince to get married. And if I did, I doubt you’d come to his mind anyway”.

The blonde flipped her hair angrily before stomping off. Chan smirked. The maids would be thinking their anything but toys for the Prince.

He had high hopes for himself when the Prince become King, maybe he’d have time to himself, to search for Han. Wherever he might be now.