Rogue Luna: the twin alphas' gamma

"What have you done Gemma?" my father asked, staring at me, fear and horror evident on his aged face.

I twirled my fingers. His smell was still on me, I knew. I could still smell his woody pine scent clashing with my citrusy one.

I didn't know why my scent was unusual, but it had always made me feel unique and I liked smelling so.

My alpha had obviously loved it, I could still see the way his reddish lips had quirked up in a crooked heart stopping smile when he inhaled my scent.

Right now, my father didn't care about my unique scent, but for the other strange one on me that was so strong it almost overpowered mine. This meant one thing; I had mated with someone.

Usually, it would be a joyous thing as I was of age, but my father was livid and my mother was quite nervous.

"Father, he is my fated mate." I whispered with wide eyes.

"He is our alpha! Do you have any idea what is going to happen to us?" Eric, my father, was unrelenting as he yelled.

"Eric, come-on, you know how it usually is. She couldn't control herself." my ever gentle mother, Veronica, said, coming to stand beside her mate.

My father was obviously frustrated, he turned to his mate and grabbed her by the arm, his grasp gentle yet firm.

"This is trouble Veronica, it isn't a thing of joy anymore. Our daughter has bonded with our alpha. This could lead to our deaths." He whispered fiercely fear lacing his tone.

I flinched. I could taste the fear in his voice. It was raw, biting and chilling.

Finding a mate had been a dream for me just like every other female wolf, and even when mine had turned out to be the alpha of our pack, I still couldn't bring myself to resist him.

The dreamy feeling of his hands on every inch of my fragile body still persisted and for a moment, I almost got lost in the thought.

Bringing myself back to reality, I slowly got up from the floor where I sat and slowly approached my worried parents, my skirt swirling around me.

"Papa, I promise, I kept it a secret, he wouldn't know. I'll make sure he stays far away from our family." I assured him in a gentle tone trying to sooth his worries.

But it didn't seem to work, he turned to me, his eyes blazing. "He is the alpha. Don't you understand that? He has eyes everywhere." He snapped his fangs showing as his eyes flashed red the color of his wolf's fur.

"He has eyes everywhere, yet we'd managed to hide away from him for centuries papa. This is just meaningless worrying." I argued, my voice still maintaining its soothing tone.

My father tried to talk, but his wife reached forward and planted a slender, graceful hand that was slightly wrinkled on his arm, stopping him.

"Listen to her, Eric, she will be fine. Gemma has finally gotten one thing that makes her happy. Let's give her this, my love." she said, softly.

My eyes watered as I stared at my mother. She was a soft-spoken woman with long brown hair which was always in a tight bun, green eyes and a slender, elegant figure that deceived her real age.

I loved her dearly and wished her no harm. I hurried to my mother and held her by the arm gently as if I might break her.

My grip was just like my father's; strong and hard. And just like him, I was afraid of inadvertently hurting my mother.

"Mama," I breathed lovingly and placed my head on her shoulder.

My father watched us, the exasperated expression on his face softening as he retracted back his fangs.

At length he sighed haggardly and fiercely rubbed his palm over his face.

"Gemma, as much as I want to be happy for you, I can't bring myself to. This is trouble." he whispered with raw fear in his eyes.

"Eric..."

"Father..."

My mother and I called at the same time. Tears filled my eyes as my heart squeezed in pain, hurt by his words.

I knew and understood what he meant by saying this and I didn't blame him for it.

"I am sorry Gemma, I can't approve of this. This is pure danger for you. You're risking your life." my father said bitterly.

"I will hide it from him. He wouldn't find out." I whispered fiercely, my grip inadvertently turning strong on my mom's arm.

"Gemma... Eric." she winced and called out.

But none of us replied to her, we were too busy having a stare down.

"Listen to me daughter, this isn't about me and my wife any longer. It's now about you." my father said.

"I know, father. I am not dumb. I knew what I was doing when I accepted to be his mate." I replied, glaring back at him.

Eric frowned, his good looks turning dark like his jet-black hair.

"You don't kid, you don't know what you are doing. This could cause your death. You know what alpha Apollo hates the most are weak wolves." he growled at me.

I blanched. My face turned pale and I held my shaking fist in front of me, taking a few steps back as tears glistened in my deep green eyes.

My father's words had stunned me. And what made them all the more painful was that they were the bitter, unacceptable truths I have always wanted to hide from.

I loved Alpha Apollo who was now my mate, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him about this bitter unacceptable truth of mine.

"Don't call me a kid father, I know this is a risk... But I am not weak." I whispered to him in a pained voice and ran out of the simple room slamming the door lightly behind me.

I dashed across the terrace towards the surrounding woods without looking back. I sniffed, wiping my face as tears flowed out fast.

My waist length jet-black hair billowed behind me tangling in my swishing skirts as I darted behind a tree sobbing.

I crouched onto the floor not minding the mud clinging to my skirt.

Although I knew my father only watched out for me, I still couldn't shake off the hurt my situation has always put me in.

Our alpha was a dictator whose hatred for the weak was the most well known thing about him.

Although my family had the status of betas, we still made sure to keep our distance from the other members of our pack, especially any zetas.

They were the closest to the alpha, and they acted like his chiefs.

I sniffed again slowly getting to my feet to stroll through the forest. It was still early in the evening and I wanted to clear my mind.

"Gemma?"

A familiar voice called me and I turned to face my best friend with a large grin on my face as I held out my arms.

She dropped the logs she'd been carrying and hurried towards me laughing as we merged into a hug.

"Sri, I haven't seen you in days," I breathed wanting to tell her my bitter–sweet news.

Sri was one of the lowest in our pack, an Omega, yet she was stronger than me and had protected me one night when we were younger from a crocodile while I was swimming.

She was an orphan who wandered about and I had brought her to my parents who welcomed her warmly.

"I have been running errands. Hey, what happened to you? You are crying?" she whispered her voice concerned.

I smiled bitterly and was about to tell her everything when a crash through the trees interrupted us.

"Sri!" a stout looking woman called out in a harsh voice glaring at us.

Sri whirled around her short brown hair smacking her in her face as she nervously faced the woman.

I sighed, another bad employer it seemed.

"Go on, I'll catch up with you later," I told her and watched her leave with the woman who lifted the logs of wood with one hand and placed them on Sri's head without any care.

I strolled mindlessly through the darkening forest for some time and when it was starting to get cold, I retraced my steps back home picking flowers to pacify my father.

My skirts trailed the muddy floor but I didn't mind as I caressed the bouquet of flowers in my arms.

I needed to calm him down and make him see the reasoning. Maybe my Alpha could help me. I'd heard tales of women with issues like mine whose mate had helped in solving.

"Gemma!" a small panic filled shout startled me and I turned to see Sri peering wide eyed at me through an underbrush.

I scowled, my head cocking in confusion. Was she in trouble, again?

"Sri?"

"Sri? What are you doing here?"

I asked concerned, seeing the fear in her wide brown eyes.

"It's... it's the alpha." Sri whispered unmovingly.

At the mention of my mate, I flushed scarlet and let out a wide grin.

Then I bounded towards Sri, like a pup my skirt flaring with the movement.

"He's here? Oh, how do I look, Sri?" I questioned excitedly.

But Sri couldn't share in my joy. She stared at me in confusion and shook her head.

My grin widened as I prepared to tell her about the news she probably didn't know, but she suddenly grasped me by the arm, her grip unusually strong.

Her brown eyes peered into mine and she shook her head vigorously.

"Gemma...no," she whispered and I stopped my excitement vanishing as I felt something was not quite right with her over the top reaction to the alpha's visit.

Then, it clicked in my enthusiastic mind. Although we were part of the pack with my father, a normal citizen, we lived in quite a remote part.

People rarely reached our farmlands where we lived, talkless of the alpha. This was because of our family secret. Father had done all he could to protect us... but now, it seems.

The bouquet of flowers crashed out of my hands to the floor and I took a step back, my green eyes widening in my pale face as tears welled up in them.

"No, no, no." I gasped dashing past Sri towards my father's home, my jet black hair billowing in the wind.

Sri hurried after me following closely her weak abilities as an Omega wolf activated.

I bolted out of the ominously calm forest into the wide terrace shrouded in stormy twilight.

With my chest heaving, I watched from my position as a group of people progressed towards my father's cottage with burning torches.

I gasped squinting. No, they weren't ordinary people, they were the alpha's warriors.

My body shook, trembling like a leaf as I staggered backwards, my eyes wide open with uncertainty.

No, it couldn't be what I am thinking. The alpha couldn't possibly know my family's secret. It was safely kept away from the public.

"Gemma... you have to go now, the alpha... he is mad!" Sri yelled to me, appearing from a group of dark trees.

I shook my head, tears threatening to spill down my heart shaped face.

"I won't leave. How does he know about this, Sri? He wouldn't do this to me. He loves me." I ranted to Sri who'd already reached me and pulled me into an embrace.

"I don't know Gemma, you can't go to him. He'd kill you. He knows your secret." Sri said vehemently to me, her voice holding a tone of confusion.

She didn't know I'd already mated with him, she didn't know what she was saying.

Alpha Apollo wouldn't hurt me.

I trembled harder with uncertainty, my eyes widening as I shook my head vigorously, turning to glare at my best friend.

"He is my mate! I can't leave him. He wouldn't kill me." I yelled out suddenly.

Sri gaped wide mouthed at me. She lowered her voice to a whisper, "you mated already? No wonder you smell so... like him." she whispered suddenly, realizing the new scent on me.

I paused wondering how she knew what he smelled like, but then again, Sri was like a hand maid to everyone in the pack.

She'd probably encountered the alpha once.

I nodded sure of my conviction as I sprang out of my friend's embrace and leapt towards the path that led home.

"I must go save them. The alpha would listen to me."

Sri didn't follow me immediately, and I didn't blame her for it. Meeting the alpha as a weaker wolf, would have it peril.

Dashing into the small fence that marked our house, I spotted my alpha sitting on a horse looking so forbidding yet appealing to me.

He was everything I'd dreamt my mate to be. Tall and lean with a mane of long dirty blonde hair and pale blue eyes. His facial features were chiseled and perfect with a straight nose and well shaped lips.

"Alpha Apollo!" I cried, slowing into a walk when I got to my father's home where a crowd had gathered outside.

He stopped turning towards her. His long hair whipped around his face in the stormy wind and my breath caught in my throat when he turned his icy blue eyes on me.

I flinched at his gaze that had suddenly turned so cold that I could almost feel the hate radiating through.

He looked nothing like my gentle lover who'd whispered sweet nothings to me when we bonded two days ago.

Instead perched on his horse in his war attire, he looked like he'd murder me any second.

I shook my head mentally, trying not to think of that possibly as my heart thundered in my chest.

I opened my mouth to speak, but at that moment, a well known Zeta, one of the most powerful, Troy approached him.

"My lord, it is confirmed that beta Eric Wood has sinned against the pack." he reported in his deep steady voice and I blanched turning pale.

Outrightly ignoring me, Alpha Apollo turned his icy blue gaze towards his right hand man,Troy.

With a single nod, I watched him give the command and I screamed out in fear before dashing towards him.

"No, please, look at me! Look at me Apollo, my love-" I cried clutching onto his leg that was accessible to me in the stirrup.

Panic clawed at my insides as the thought that my father's fear about my union with him filled me with fear.

A hard unexpected smack across my face shut me up and I burst into fresh sobs as the sweet, metallic taste of my blood flowed into my mouth.

"Shut up, twat." Troy growled down at me.

I glanced up wide-eyed at the alpha hoping to see a reaction and was shocked and heartbroken at his cold and unfeeling demeanor as he watched his right hand man hit me.

My gaze turned desperate as I tried to clutch onto his leg again, but Troy snapped at me and blocked my path.

"Restrain her and set fire to the house. Burn Eric and his trash alive." The alpha gave his command in a low tone and upon hearing this, I started a new wave of screaming and pleading.

Tears ran down my face as I paled beyond comparison. Fear made me strong as I ran towards Troy, shoving him aside in my grief to get to Apollo.

However, Troy quickly regained his self and smacked me hard across the face again gritting his teeth.

I didn't feel the pain of the slap as much as I felt the choking pain of seeing my mate turn away from me without any care for my feelings.

"No, Apollo...no don't do this..." I screeched, clawing against the guards who'd pushed me back, in a bid to get his attention.

He glanced at me, disappointment etched on his face before turning to Troy.

"Please... no, don't do this... don't kill them..." I cried tears and snot streaming down my face as I pushed harder against the guards.

"Grab her, force her to watch and give the order." Apollo ordered, heartlessly growling at me, his pale blue eyes I icing cold.

"Yes sir."

I watched with my heart racing as the soldiers obeyed the sharp command and rushed towards my father's house where they'd locked my parents in.

"No..." I screamed hastily trying to get to my feet to run into the house.

Sri ran out just at that moment and pulled me back just as the first fire lit arrow was shot at the wooden building.

I heard my own gut wrenching scream as my father's house became engulfed in a blazing inferno that consumed all.

Sri held tightly unto me, but two of the guards marched forward and forcefully pried us apart.

I wept bitterly the wind carrying my broken voice as I felt the bond between me and my parents weaken and fade slowly away as the time passed.

Then with a sudden taut pull, the snap echoed in my mind marking the demise of my beloved parents.

As if suddenly empowered by this, I screeched trying my hardest to yank myself out of the Alpha's guards iron grip.

Out of the corner of my reddened eyes I noticed Apollo growled, his eyes flashing blood red but I didn't care, the grief of losing my parents consuming me.

I yelled my lungs out for a long time until the house was nothing but smoldering embers and soon collapsed in a heap of weeping grief.

The area had turned silent asides from the howl of the wind blowing through the trees and the crackle of the embers.

The guards walked away from me, but I didn't care as I said on my haunches sobs wracking through my body.

I'd stubbornly gotten my parents killed.

"Alright get up," a familiar voice that sent shivers down my spine called and I winced yelping when Troy yanked me up by my long hair.

"Bring her along," I heard the alpha's cold voice followed by the canter of his horse leaving.

I yelped out when I landed roughly onto the massive king-sized bed, my sides burning in pain.

Quickly scrambling onto my knees, I sat up and glared at my alpha in indignation.

"Let me go," I yelled, tears still streaming down my face.

He growled at me, his handsome face hardening as he bore down on me. He gave me a tight slap just as he descended upon me and his cold, thin lips found mine warm with tears.

I gasped trying to push his weight off me, my hands pushing at his chest as I struggled.

It was to no avail, even as my traitorous body responded flaring at his cold touch on my face.

His lips were hard and demanding on mine and I found myself kissing him back with as much vigor pouring all my pain and grief into it despite myself.

I heard that mates shared a bond that allowed them to feel each other's pain, joy and grief and I wondered bleakly If that was true.

Did he really feel his heart shattering into a thousand pieces?

I doubted that when he growled one of his large hands coming to anchor my neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue entwining with mine fighting for dominance.

I slowly relaxed into him, tears still pouring out of my eyes as my body ignited at his hard touch yearning for him to take me.

We'd never really mated since we bonded and the bond between us made me yearn desperately for that.

Despite my newly found inhibitions towards him, I grasped his strong muscular arms and arched up into him deepening the kiss.

"Gemma..." he growled his voice deep and guttural.

I moaned the taste of my name on his tongue making me soaking wet just as his hands traveled beneath the fold of my skirt and trailed a burning touch up my leg.

My world spun, my body burning in anticipation when his heated palm found my waist and drew lower towards the valley in between my thighs.

I should be mourning right now, I should be preparing burial rites for her parents, but I couldn't.

Instead I was in my alpha's bed trying to please him.

My weakness had made me unable to refuse his touch even when I tried to fight against it.

His control over our bond was stronger and I let out a strangled moan when I suddenly realized with horror that he was imposing his feelings upon me through our bond.

'Everything is alright, Gemma. You don't need your weak parents, you've got me now.' his feelings whispered in my head over and over until I started to believe it.

It weakened me that I could do nothing even when he tore my mud and tear soaked clothes off my body, his hands able to move freely across the full expanse of my breasts.

"Oh, baby... I hate to do this to you. But only by pain... shall you learn." I heard him say his voice raw with distraught emotions as he pulled back to stare down at me.

I laid there feeling ashamed, sprawled between his sheets as an erotic painting of jet black flowing hair framing milky white skin.

I parted my lips gasping yearning for his touch... Aching for the finalization of our bond, my parents death long forgotten thanks to his chants in her head.

Now, all I wished for was for him to fill me to the brim and drive me to the fleeting yet lasting moments of ecstasy.

He was my alpha and my mate, I'd be his Luna and all would be fine.

I thought this to myself however, Apollo had other plans.

Lowering his head again, he caught my lips in his once more, his hands cupping my breasts flaring the need within me.

I kissed him back with increased vigor moaning when he practically started nibbling away at the sensitive spots in my body.

Then so suddenly that I was left wondering what had just happened for a minute, he trapped my hands between one of his and held them above my head against the headboard.

My eyes widened when I felt the sudden change of emotion from him and I was taken aback when I looked into his eyes and noticed how cold they were as he gaze emotionlessly at me.

"Shift Gemma...show me your wolf." he growled in a low tone.

I stiffened my eyes widening as an invisible force slammed into my mind trying to force me to shift.

Pain wracked through my body, my bones feeling like there were a million pins pricking them.

Shooting through my head to my toes, the pain was unbearable. I screamed, trembling violently against his hold.

"Please, stop!" I yelled tears streaming down my face as my alpha tried to will me into shifting.

I couldn't, I never knew why I couldn't shift into my other form, or form a connection with my wolf at my age.

Different measures had been taken to help me, but it seemed like I was meant to have a latent wolf.

My family had made sure to keep it a secret, but yet in a twist of fate, I'd been mated to my pack's Alpha, a cruel dictator who hated humans and any weak wolves and he'd found out my secret.

The pain seemed to last for an eternity as my anguished screams traveled through the palace. Apollo didn't seem impacted by it, but he bore it stoically and gave a howl that contained his command to force me into a shift.

I screeched crying and pleading as the torture increased. However, it came to a sudden stop and the pain seized at once, but I kept sobbing on the bed naked and ashamed of myself.

He released my hands and I crawled away from him folding into myself and staring at him with sobs wracking through my body.

He stared down at me with a cold, cruel smile that sent a shiver down my spine. I'd heard cruel tales about my mate from others, but I'd never believed them until now.

"You can't shift," he spat.

I curled in on myself. Shame, and dejection washed over me as I sobbed and I couldn't bring myself to face him.

"There is no need for drama. I have the ultimate cure. You'd surely shift, but at a great price." Apollo proposed his voice cold, demeaning and filled with hate.

I watched with wide, confused eyes still sobbing as he reached towards his bedside table and pulled out something glittery and sharp.

I gasped, flinching away from him when I saw what it was made of.

My green eyes widened in fear as I backed away from him, my naked body slick with sweat.

"No, please don't." I pleaded for the umpteenth time since he'd burned my parents alive.

Flipping the knife casually, Apollo watched my terrified reaction with a strange calm.

I could smell the silver on the knife as I scooted backwards until I was literally plastered against the headboard.

Although I couldn't shift into a wolf, it didn't mean that I wasn't a werewolf. The blood of lycans pumped through my veins and even though I couldn't use my abilities, I was still affected by their weaknesses.

'Silver would kill me,' I thought bleakly.

"It wouldn't kill you. It would only force you to shift and then, I wouldn't have to-" Apollo countered as though he could hear my thoughts, but I cut him off with a terrified plea.

"Don't... I'd die. I might not be able to change, but I promise, I am part wolf." I stuttered desperately trying to change his mind.

However, all these were futile as Apollo regarded me shrewdly before lunging forward towards me with a cold gaze.

I screamed, but he gave a low growl as his hand clamped onto my arm.

"Then, let's test if it will force you to shift." he growled baring his fangs at me as he pulled me into him.

Soon, the echoes of my anguished scream filled the room.

...

Apollo stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at me, panting.

Blood stained his hands and dripped down the bloodied silver knife he held. The knife bathed in my blood.

My voice had been lost due to the heart wrenching screams I'd let out as he carved my body with his knife, the silver burning me, so I laid on the bed whimpering and moaning, unable to beg anymore.

I regarded Apollo with fear in my eyes, noticing him wince as though he was also in pain, but his eyes remained cold all through.

"Troy." he called his icy blue eyes fierce and his right hand Zeta barged in without any regards to my nudity.

"Throw her out..." he spat out these words in a cold tone as his eyes met mine.

Fear wracked through my body and the pain almost made me pass out as I weakly struggled against the heartless Zeta.

"No...Apollo...please, don't do this..." I weakly said, trying to protest.

Troy grabbed the bedding and threw it over my wretched form as he dragged me outside with Apollo following closely behind us ignoring my whimpers and weak pleas.

I heard the crowd before I saw them. Half of the pack was already waiting in the vast grounds of the Alpha's abode with burning torches and sticks.