The Alpha's Triple Lunas novel Chapter 1

Chapter Two – The abuse.

The sisters were quiet as they walked back home. It had dawned on them that their Uncle Sylvester must have sent Timothy to find them because they had stayed out late. Another four hours scolding and lecturing again.

“You know this is your fault Marg” the youngest sister started.

“How my fault?” Margaret retorted.

“If you had listened to me and left fishing in that river. All of these wouldn’t have happened” the youngest explained.

Timothy’s widened then he turned to Evelyn, “You and your sisters went to the prohibited river to fish! Was that how much you girls loved trouble! Wait till father hears this!” he stomped faster ahead.

“Now you caused this one” Evelyn gasped.

Margaret made a funny face at Lydia and Lydia returned one at her back. They continued their walk in silence again.

Then came the fire.

Their Uncle was always mean to them, he hated the “weakness of women”, as he called it. He believed women were just for the satisfaction of men, the house cleaning and reproduction, nothing else.

And of course, he was amongst those men who never educated girls because “their education is for their husband” and “a woman belongs to the kitchen”.

Their Uncle had a word or phrase for whatever he believed in, good or bad. He was specially always using hurtful words at them in the name of “correcting their misdeeds”.

Well, they’ve heard it for almost sixteen years so it didn’t hurt as much. Their parents had died during a village war with Craitan.

Many families had ran to neighboring villages and their father had sent his only three daughters to his older brother’s for protection.

Their parents never survived the war so their Uncle had to take them in. They were all below three then.

“And I’d say it again. Soon, I’ll get tired of your rubbish and send you off to die like your parents. Hear me?” Sylvester roared. He finally sat down and waved his hands to dismiss them.

Lydia scurried away faster than the rest, she was going to cry in their room, she always did. Then she would start talking on running away and starting a new life away from the uncle’s abuse.

“I am serious, sisters. We always wanted to be soldiers, right? Let’s run away to Galdrish then. Nothing remains for us here” she said.

Margaret stayed calm. She agreed though. Not even marriage could stop their “misdeeds”.

A magnet for trouble, they three.

Evelyn had run off on her wedding day to watch a tug of war by some soldiers. When the news spread, no one bothered getting married to any of the sisters.

They didn’t mind. Marriage was pushed to them quite earlier. Their Uncle just wanted them away.

“But Galdrish is so far away” Evelyn moaned.

“Yes, and who knows if we’ll survive the rigorous trainings. They don’t act nice to ladies. They even train them tougher” Margaret added.