The Alpha's Triple Lunas novel Chapter 7

Chapter Eight – Bringing them back.

Margaret face slammed. She was embarrassing and so not Lydia-like.

Scott handed some of the ‘yummy fruits’ he had to Lydia, with a smile. Again, Margaret was not appreciating his nice treatment to Lydia.

She jumped in between them. “I could stay with you while my sisters stay in that cave” she smiled cutely.

Evelyn came forward with a frown, “He is staying in a cave as well, what makes his cave difference from ours?”.

She knew exactly was Margaret was thinking. And the last thing she wanted was her sister smooching around with some wolfman in the middle of the night, when wolfmen are most dangerous.

“Well, my cave has only one person in it” Scott answered Evelyn. She shifted her frown to him. So he wanted Margaret to stay with him? Suspicious. Margaret smiled brightly.

“Well, if you don’t count my wolfs, May, June and July, though. I am alone” Scott added with a smirk.

Margaret moved backwards.

“You have puppies? Let me see” Lydia’s eye lit up. Margaret sighed and retreated back to their cave.

“I can’t” she said when she was in. Evelyn followed her in.

“Can’t stay here?” Evelyn tried completing.

Margaret shook her head, “Can’t help but feel Lydia’s craziness is making her look cute and Scott is falling for it”.

Evelyn wanted to hold it in but she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

At Sylvester’s house)

Timothy was suggesting for the hundredth time that a search party be sent out to bring the girls home.

“And again I ask you, do search parties bring people who aren’t lost home or they find lost people and bring them home?” Sylvester asked amused.

He knew the girls weren’t lost. Just exhibiting their own form of rebellion.

This time was taking long but it was just because they’ve grown and had more tricks. They’d be back.

The animal pen was waiting for them to work on it.

And he could possibly try marrying out the youngest when they returned. She showed less rebellion and could only be stubborn due to her sisters’ habits.

Sylvester wasn’t a bit worried. He’s only worry was that the nunnery were disappointed in him for the girls not showing up and had refused taking them since it seemed the girls were unwilling.

“Respect their decision” one of them had told him. He wasn’t going to listen. He hadn’t enough respect to waste on women.

“If you don’t find them, I will. They are my cousins, no matter how troublesome they were” Timothy said as he packed his arrows behind him.

He took a flute, one that he used to play with the girls. He hoped they’d answer him when he’d play it.