Chapter 2 2

Chapter 2

Alpha Craig Garcia was lecturing his sons at an oval dining table in a luxurious old manor which was the power center of Golden Pack.

"Beau, I heard you went to the bar and hung out with girls until late at night. Didn't I tell you not to mess around with girls?"

Hearing this, the brothers exchanged glances with each other. They feared Craig would target them, so they all tacitly kept silent.

Beau touched his nose in embarrassment and explained in a faint voice, "Dad, I did it for art."

He had gotten excited when talking about the score of a piece of classical music with some music students, so he had stayed at the bar all night.

Beau was Craig's youngest son and was handsome. Beau liked music and photography and was talented in art.

"How dare you argue with me!" Craig snapped while glaring at him.

But he suddenly changed the topic, asking, "It's been six years! Haven't found Myra?"

The brothers had been relaxed. Hearing his words, they suddenly became serious, kept silent, and buried their heads in shame.

Craig sat on the main seat with a sullen face, banged on the table with his palm, and reprimanded his quintuplet sons, saying, "Six years! You haven't found her after six years! She was pregnant back then. I even dare not to think about her current situation..."

Hearing this, the quintuplets did not dare to raise their heads and couldn't help thinking of the war six years ago.

Their eldest brother Donald Garcia and sister-in-law Myra used to be the Alpha and Luna of Golden Pack.

In the battle six years ago, they had fought against a powerful vampire family for seven days to protect the werewolf world. Although they had defeated the enemies, Donald had died in the battle, and Myra had gone missing.

Over the years, they had searched all the places where she might go but had not found her. They had even taken the risk and entered vampires' territory several times but had not gotten any information about her. She seemed to have disappeared from the world. They searched everywhere but couldn't find her.

To make matters worse, Myra had been pregnant back then. After so many years, they didn't know whether she was alive or whether their eldest brother's child had been born.

The quintuplets at the age of twenty-five were depressed now.

They missed their elder brother and were eager to find their sister-in-law.

The more Craig thought about the sacrifices Donald and Myra had made, the sadder and angrier he became.

Seeing the quintuplets remain silent, he got even more furious.

So, he stood up, glared at his sons with his blue eyes, and loudly cursed, "You are nothing but trash!"

The five pieces of trash didn't dare to speak, so they lowered their heads in self-reproach.

Craig frowned angrily and pointed at them. When he was about to continue cursing them, he suddenly heard a soft cry for help in the sea of his consciousness.

"Are you my grandfather Old Alpha Craig? I am Little Moony, and my mommy is Myra. I feel cold. And I haven't eaten anything for an entire day. Grandpa, I didn't kill the baby, but they don't believe me. My father asked me to kneel at the gate to atone. But it is snowing heavily. Grandpa, I feel uncomfortable. Could you please come to save me?"

The girl's voice became increasingly weak and disappeared in the end.

Craig was shocked to hear her words and quickly replied with his spiritual power, "Where are you now?"

"I'm in Bradford. Omar Rodriguez's house..."

Suddenly, the link went dead.

Craig abruptly stood up with a deep frown.

The quintuplets exchanged glances with each other, wondering why he showed such an expression.

Meeting their confused gazes, Craig didn't know how to explain. But he was sure the person who had been talking to him was Myra's daughter. It was his granddaughter! He had such an intuition because of the spiritual connection between him and his granddaughter!

He had no time to explain, so he waved his hand and said, "All of you, go to save a person with me!"

It had heavily snowed all night.

Omar's family was in an extremely sad and depressed atmosphere.

Novia sadly leaned on his shoulder with her son's favorite toy in her hand, sobbing softly.

Seeing her red eyes, Omar suddenly flew into a rage. So, he abruptly stood up and said, "I'll go see if that little bastard is willing to admit her guilt now!"

Suddenly, the phone in the living room rang.

Omar turned around, walked to the phone, and picked it up.

The town chief said on the phone, "Omar, I'm sorry for your loss."

Then, he changed his tone and seriously warned, "But I heard Old Alpha Craig and his quintuplets will come to our town. I hope you can deal with your family matter properly. Don't let Little Moony kneel at the gate anymore. We don't want Old Alpha Craig to know such a scandal because it will affect the image of our town."

He cared more about whether he could be promoted smoothly than the image of the town!

Omar cursed in his heart but said with a smile, "Yes, sir. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, he pushed the door open with a frown and saw Little Moony motionlessly curl up on the ground.

Her beautiful long blond hair was buried in the snow, her toes were red from the cold, her small face was abnormally flushed, and her eyelashes were covered with snowflakes.

And she pursed her lips while tightly holding the little brown bear, looking pitiful and helpless.

Omar frowned at her unbelievably pretty face despite her discomfiture and thought of the woman he had picked up six years ago.

Little Moony resembled her very much.

When he had met the woman in a mess in the deserted valley, she had been covered with injuries. But her face was as beautiful as that of the Moon Goddess. So, he had instantly fallen in love.

He had been so obsessed with her that he had brought her home. After getting along with her for a few days, he found she had lost her memory and been pregnant. But he had still been in love with her and decided to marry her.

In retrospect, he thought he should not have been so stupid back then. How could he have married a woman of unknown background?

As for Little Moony...

Omar's face became gloomier when he strode up to her and kicked her belly without hesitation.

The pain woke Little Moony up.

She frowned, softly groaned in pain, hugged the little bear in her arms, and struggled to open her eyes.

Seeing Omar's cold face, Little Moony stubbornly pursed her lips. Thinking of what he had said before leaving last night, she couldn't help explaining in a faint voice, "I didn't kill the baby..."

"How dare you lie!"