The Alpha's Triple Lunas novel Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Eight – The Queen lives.

He was confused on how to resolve this.

“Wait” he pulled his sister behind him as a young woman passed him.

“Han? Han, where are you?”.

Cold Prince thought she looked smaller than the black haired that tricked. Though her size fit the figure of the one who caged him.

“She’s the youngest” His sister confirmed.

“Let’s kill her for a start” she added.

Cold Prince shook his head. He needed to escape first. Know the fate of his army.

And then return now he knew the topography of the forest. He would come unannounced to create his loud anger.

He sneaked behind the trees, crawling behind every stone. Weirdly, his sister was keeping up without noise.

“Han! Margaret wants to arm wrestle with you?” The youngest walked closer to them, making them halt.

His eyes turned gray involuntarily and he began whispering some words. His sister hit him making him come back to himself.

“What was that? You’re whispering. She’d hear you” she frowned.

He looked back at the youngest, “Oh my, she is the true Luna of the Wolfman. I’m wondering if we should kidnap her as repay”.

He hadn’t expected his dark energy to have sensed her but it was magic after all and could fulfill ones soulful desires.

Why was the boy having three Lunas if he already had a Luna? He was past eighteen so knew who it was.

“Lydia, if he’s too chicken to arm wrestle with me. Let him be” Margaret stomped out of the cave. She wore an annoyed and tired look.

Cold Prince’s eyes tarried on her.

“She's the worst sister” little queen said.

He nodded in his heart, he had had a taste of her. Luckily, the youngest cleared away from them. Though her eyes searched around for Han.

“Let’s move” Cold Prince picked his sister up before she could protest and ran towards the cave door.

(Dark Dragon Dynasty)

The young man exhaled before knocking on the wooden door.

“Come in” a voice boomed.

He wriggled his nose in confusion as he opened the door. He was expecting the make voice that usually guarded the room. Not a female’s.

The woman who he came to see was sitting on bed, wearing a black gown, bare feet with a bird playing on her laps.

“My Queen” the boy fell on his feet immediately. He looked confused as he hadn’t expected the queen to be up.

“How many soldiers came back? How many were lost?” She asked, standing from the bed and letting the bird fly away.

She went to the only candle light illuminating the room and switched it off with her bare hands.