The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Chan finally stopped on his tracks to ask some questions. He had just followed the dwarf blindly because he saw Han’s sister but what was really going on.

“So there’s this boy who’s your friend who is sick and says only you can save him. She came with my help to save you. Good?” Lu replied.

Chan scrutinized the dwarf from head to toe, “And how did you find them? I heard soldiers being ordered to kill you. I hoped they’re lucky”.

Lu rolled his eyes, “Well, I killed them. I can now take revenge on that kingdom for good. Can we go now? The boy’s dying”.

Chan wasn’t sure what he’d be helping Han on but he felt glad that his brother didn’t give up on him. And went through the trouble of getting him out.

He stopped in his tracks and looked back at the kingdom slowly fading behind them. Margaret hadn’t left there yet. If the King saw her, she would be left in the fate of the gods only.

Margaret woke up to some faint moans making her spring up from the soft bed she was in. She found herself in shackles, feet and hands.

“How dare you!” she pulled them, making clanging sounds.

Gerard was startled by her shout, “When did you wake up?” she was pressing the injury on his arm.

She dragged the shackles, attempting to set herself free but only caused her hand to bleed, “I’d break you to pieces, you bastard” she cursed.

Meanwhile Gerard felt a sharp pain on his wrists. He observed them and couldn’t see a cut. Margaret wriggled her hands, making more cuts on her wrists and Gerard felt more pain.

“What is this now? I feel your pain? Really?” he flung his hair backwards in anger. This catalyst idea was becoming outrageous.

Margaret didn’t make meaning of what he said. She just wanted to be out of the damned shackles. She wasn’t anyone’s slave. She was free.

“I am not your slave. I’d not let myself be abused again” she struggled to reach for a sword, resting besides the end.

“Again? Have you been abused before?”.

She shot a glare at the King who asked, “That shouldn’t be your business, should it? You should worry about what you’d look like when I’m done with you”.

Gerard exhaled before continuing with the cleaning of his wounds. If his mother saw it, her praise on catalyst would fold.

“What do you want me for?” Margaret’s hands fell defeated. She always she had long arms but they couldn’t even reach a sword that close.

Gerard forced himself from his seat and climbed up to her on the bed. She flinched on his closeness. She readied her hands to punch him.

“My name is Gerard. What’s yours?” the King thought that they should be an introduction at least.

Seeing him on a closer level, Margaret could definitely term him hot. With his good looks, captivating eyes and charisma. But yes, like any King.

She looked away from him before she became drawn towards him, “You know my name already. Full name, Margaret Scott”.

She gotta remind the bastard that she was married. And if Scott didn’t see all his Lunas home when he was back, it’d be bad for him.

Gerard felt a pang of jealousy. And he knew he wasn’t supposed to but he did. The dark energy was making him feel things too fast.

“I can promise, at least, not to harm you while you’re here” he started. She shook her hand and legs on the shackles they were in.

The effect caused Gerard’s wrist and legs to hurt him. “Okay, I get it, you’re in chains. Stop that”.

She dropped her hands and stared at him. Why did the he look like he was in pain?

“I am the one in shackles, you know. I am not even in pain yet you’re acting victim. Gosh” she gasped. This King was something.

Gerard sorted for the voice in his head. She wasn’t in pain? Then why was he in pain? Wasn’t he supposed to feel her pain?

“You only feel pain you try inflicting on her on yourself. You don’t feel all her pains” the voice answered.

Gerard looked done. He climbed down from the bed and stared down at Margaret. She pushed forwards her hands for him to release her.

“I’d be damned if I released because you’d run away from me” he said quietly.

She dropped her hands down with a carefree attitude, “Keep me here and you’d still be damned. Scott would find you”.

The way she kept on mentioning Scott pissed him off. Maybe it was jealousy but he hated hearing about that werewolf boy.

“I can assure you that I’m a better man on bed than he’d ever be” he poured a glass of alcohol in a cup, “should we try?”.

He turned to Margaret with a smirk, only to see her with a disgusted scowl. She soon began shaking her head in disappointment.

Gerard felt the glass break at the pressure of his hold. How dare she looked at him in disgust.

His maidens only reverenced him, they never looked down at him. But then again, that was it, she was his catalyst not just his maiden.

“Sir, you’re barking on the wrong tree. I’m married. And I know I’m a full package, I don’t need your type telling me” Margaret bragged.

Gerard smiled at the confidence. He did like confident women. Only he’d prefer one with respect for him. And didn’t think she’s married.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Margaret, maybe you haven’t realized but you’d be staying here for a long time. Till you accept your position” Gerard reported as a matter of fact.

Unknown fear emanated in Margaret eyes, suddenly. Gerard wasn’t sure why but he hated to see her in fear. Where’d her confidence go?

“Here? Like this in shackles? What? I’m your sex slave? Never” she seethed, her vein bulging out of her head.

The King nearly laughed. He didn’t have such plans. Well, not that way. And what exactly would she do if he wanted that.

“Argghh” he growled as a pain pierced into his legs. He looked at it and there was nothing. He looked at Margaret and she was pulling her legs from the shackles.

“This is weird. This should hurt as hell. Why don’t I feel anything?” she mumbled to herself.

“That’s cause I feel it. Stop that!” Gerard commanded.

He shouldn’t have told her. Margaret observed his expression while pulling her legs on the shackles again. He winced every time.

“Boy, for real? You feel my pain?” she was excited.

Gerard, already sensing her wicked plans. Tied her with a rope and released the shackles.

“Have fun wriggling your self from that rope” he sighed, as his former pains made his eyes sting.

But a smile crept to his face when he heard her laughing as she had successfully frustrated him. And she looked really beautiful when she laughed.