The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

(The dark dynasty palace)

Margaret scooped the dish into her plate with a smile plastered on her face, she tiptoed to bring more spice to more in it but Gerard held her hands.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s enough. The spice is already enough”.

She shook his hands off, “I didn’t cook it for you but for me. Get away” she added more, like Evelyn had taught her too.

Of course the spice was a lot, but she and her sisters always added a lot, to punish their uncle since he enslaved them.

They got used to eating it spicy but his old body never did and always had stomach problems after.

And now, she would add more to cause her enemy mate to choke and die. She sipped the soup, and spicy as she planned.

She was excited to see Gerard eyes almost red from too much spice. But he swore not to leave her side, hence she ran, she would though.

A soldier walked into the dining hall, with hastened feet, he knelt before Gerard holding up a letter.

“With his agitated steps, I can tell bad things are beginning to happen” she smiled, biting her chicken wing.

Gerard rolled his hands, unfolding the paper, “Eat in peace. My cooks had to let you use their kitchen. Do you know how scared they were?”.

“At the end, they’d be the one asking for recipe of my soup” Margaret turned away from him.

He smirked while reading the contents of the letter. His lips dropped as he had a gander over the soldier.

“You aren’t from the south border. How did you know of the raid?” he entreated.

The soldier shook his head, about to explain when Margaret jumped into a fit of howling. Joyful howling.

“So it was a raid. I should be a prophetess. But no one needs any prophecy to know that Scott is coming for you, now do they?” she laughed.

“It wasn’t Scott. It was the Red Mountains wolves from their mountains. They’ve been quiet but attacked suddenly, leaving the only survivor who told us” the soldier narrated.

“So it wasn’t Scott?” Gerard asked again, so that Margaret would know it wasn’t her husband who was causing him trouble.

“Oh, please, it was Scott. He sent them to. Why do you think I keep on saying Scott would come for me? He isn’t here but at the Red Mountains, convincing them to take you down”.

Gerard clenched his fists, “If Scott had passed to the Red Mountains, my soldiers would have seen him”.

“What if he took an ancient route belonging to the werewolves? Or didn’t you think you’re so smart?” Margaret sipped more soup.

The soldier gazed at Margaret with contempt. Why was his King keeping a woman that devalued him with every word?

“Your highness, there’s no soldier at the southern border and we can’t know if they’re coming towards us or not” the soldier added.

Gerard collapsed into a nearby stool, Margaret giggled at his frustration.

Another soldier, having blood stains on his shoes, ran into the hall with another message.

“Hmm, more bad news?” Margaret mocked.

The soldier, that had earlier been there, raised his sword to hit her but was stopped by Gerard, “Get out” the King commanded.

Mixed with surprise and burning hatred for Margaret, he bolted out of the door.

“Thank you, mate” Margaret sneered, “But you only saved your soldier from being burnt with hot chicken soup. You didn’t save me”.

Gerard ignored her, snatching the letter from the other soldier who was wondering who Margaret was and why she’s causing drama?

“Blue Moon destroyed the border soldiers as revenge for hurting their wolfess” he read with low enthusiasm.

“Whoa, Go Blue Moon. To think their Alpha isn’t with them but they made such move. That Luna was one badass” Margaret nodded.

The soldier raised a brow, who was this lady. Was she for the werewolves or them?

“Deploy men to bring back the survivors of the South border incident…”

“They were none. The only survivor came back to tell us what happened” the soldier interrupted Gerard, head down.

The King sighed, “Then deploy soldiers to bring back survivors at the Blue Moon border”.

“None also, I am the only survivor. Two others were taken as slaves. The Luna told me to report that those will be toys for the Alpha and Beta”.

Margaret let out another howling laughter, “She’s one badass, I tell you”.

Gerard signaled for the soldier to leave them. The soldier bowed, eyeing Margaret wickedly before leaving the room.

Gerard strolled towards Margaret, “You are really inconsiderate. These are humans dying and you’re cheering for Werewolves”.

His voice was low, he didn’t have the strength to shout at her. Margaret faced him to say one of her taunts.

But then his eyes went dark and she was lifted up from the seat, hand on her neck, squeezing every laughter from her lips.

She screamed, choking on air, as she fought to release his hands from her neck. Her scratching and pinching were doing nothing to him, as his eyes were pitch black.

“Why don’t you laugh now?” a deeper voice coming from Gerard, asked her.

Tears rolled down Margaret’s eyes, as she found herself begging for mercy and promising not to speak a word.

Her hands darted towards the hot soup but he mercilessly threw her down to the door, he marched towards her.

“So your wolf husband went to cause trouble for me, and it seemed the Blue Moon Alpha isn’t home. Why don’t I repay the favor?”.

Margaret coughed and cried, she panted heavily when she saw blood streaming from her nose, “Please, don’t hurt my family”.

“Well, your husband is annoying me and I’d do anything I want. Unless, you give me a better idea”.

Gerard leaned towards her, pulling her face to his own. She thought of spitting on his face but she knew she would get slapped.

“Tell me, what can you do to make me feel better?” his voice sounded raspy. She shook her head but her jaw was pressed painfully.

Margaret groaned, “I can’t help you. You’d just have to give in to the werewolves or die by them”.

“Wrong answer, mate” he seethed. Holding her neck again.

Margaret was sure now that it wasn’t the King acting this way but some demon making his eyes pitch black.

He pulled her close to his face, covering her lips with a violent hungry kiss. She tried to push him away, clasping her jaw to give no entry into her.

He tossed her away onto the table, her body tripping over the hot soup, and it poured on her.

“I’d be back. Just sleep there” he growled as her eyes obeyed, giving in to tiredness and heaviness.