The Alpha With Two Luna

I had to run as far and as fast as I could to avoid getting caught. Nobody was chasing me because no one seemed to notice I was gone. But I had to make sure I got far from the Blue Moon pack's territory and at least three packs away from my family. That way, they wouldn't pick up my scent and track me down.

My father is the Alpha of the pack, and if he finds out I ran away, he'll use all his resources to search for me. If caught, he might even kill me. The reason I had to escape from my pack, the only place I've ever known, is because I couldn't stand the unfair rules imposed by my father. He favored the men in the pack and treated women, including me, as secondary and weak.

Despite my rebellious nature, being the Alpha's daughter saved me from trouble many times. But it was frustrating to see the men praised while the women's abilities were disregarded and mocked. I couldn't bear being in a place where I felt suffocated, unappreciated, and unhappy.

I refused to compromise my happiness and sanity for a pack that treated women as mere objects and denied us respect. I wanted things to change before I even considered going back, but the possibility of that happening is next to zero.

Back home, life was terrible. I constantly fought with my father, and my brother didn't make things any easier. My mother never stood up for herself, regardless of whether she agreed with my father or not.

Honestly, I would miss my brother and mother, but staying in that place any longer would have driven me crazy with anger because my father had been unreasonable lately.

He let his ego blind him, and he refused to acknowledge me as the next Luna, just because he thought I wasn't good enough and believed that a female like me couldn't lead the powerful Blue Moon pack.

What's even worse is that he wanted to force me into an arranged marriage with someone he knew since I haven't found my mate yet, and he doesn't think I ever will. It's all so ridiculous.

Late at night, I ran away with only a backpack containing some clothes and money I saved, some of which I took from my mom. I hoped it would be enough until I found a place to stay and a job.

I felt excited to live as a lone wolf, or maybe I should call myself a rogue since I'm now considered an enemy of my pack. I was free from their stupid rules and could finally do what I wanted without their interference.

After running for hours, I ended up far away from my pack, but I might have entered another pack's territory unknowingly. I didn't care much, though, as long as I was away from my pack.

I went into town, trying to stay hidden behind trees, even though other werewolves could still smell me. Luckily, the place was full of regular humans, so I managed to grab a quick bite at a café without getting noticed.

I found a decent-looking motel nearby and decided to stay there since I couldn't walk any further. The elderly man at the motel's front desk looked tired but greeted me warmly.

The place wasn't very beautiful, but that's not important right now.

The man stared at me for a while, and it made me feel uncomfortable. I wondered if he could be a wolf too, and if he could smell me. I worried he might call the authorities. I tried to hide my fear by pretending to check out the motel. His smile with the chipped tooth made him look even creepier.

He greeted me politely and asked how he could help. I asked for a room, and he said there was one available on the second floor. He wanted to know how long I'd be staying, but I didn't have a definite answer. I hoped I could leave soon.

He gave me the keys to the room and offered me something to eat, but I declined and quickly asked about the room's cost. After paying, I thanked him and started to leave, but he stopped me. He advised me to keep a low profile while I was there, as the authorities might not be kind if they caught me. He assured me he wouldn't cause any trouble as long as I didn't.

I thanked him and went to my room. I really hoped I could avoid trouble this time. While I wanted to be far from my pack, I didn't want to get hurt in a new place. I planned to stay inside as much as possible and find a friendly employer who would hire me despite my being a rogue.

I wonder how hard that will be.

Helene

The bright sunlight hurt my eyes, and my head ached as I thought about getting out of bed. I almost called for Emma, my maid, but then I remembered what I had done the day before.

"I ran away!" I yelled out loud as it hit me.

No, I didn't regret my decision. Even if I did, I couldn't go back now.

I couldn't return home because my father's rules said anyone who ran away would be seen as an enemy of the pack and would be killed if caught. That applied to me too.

Finally, I got the strength to get out of bed, and I felt relieved. I didn't have to do all the chores and pretend to care about the pack's rules anymore. Most importantly, I didn't have to fake a smile to please my father.

I quickly showered and went downstairs to eat. Instead of meeting the man from yesterday, I met an elderly woman who greeted me with a big and genuine smile.

"Good morning, dear. You must be our new customer. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said excitedly, which confused me.

"Good morning, ma'am," I replied slowly, and she chuckled.

"Oh, forgive me if I'm being too friendly. It's just that we rarely see new faces here, especially not a pretty one like yours," she complimented, and I smiled politely.

"Thank you for the kind words," I shyly replied, and she giggled.

"You're welcome, darling. I'm Maria, and the man you met yesterday is my husband, Jared. What's your name, dear?" she asked.

"I'm Helene, and it's nice to meet you, ma'am," I told her, and she grinned.

"You have a lovely name, dear. Do you need something?" Maria asked, and I nodded, pointing to my hungry belly.

"Why don't you wait in the dining area down the hall while I prepare some food for you?" she suggested kindly, pointing me in the right direction.

Later, while cleaning up dishes, Jared suddenly brought up the topic of escaping from authorities and other pack members who might report me.

"Don't worry, dear. Just stay in crowded places so your scent mixes with humans. Avoid coming across the Beta's men or any werewolves in general," Maria advised, looking at me directly.

"You were lucky not to go to the pack's area with no humans. You would have been caught right away," she added, and I felt my heart sink, but I tried not to show it.

"I'll leave as soon as I can," I assured them, and they both nodded in agreement. Maria then revealed that she had a daughter who was killed by a rogue a few years ago.

"She saw them trying to harm someone in the pack and called for help, but they killed her and the pack member before anyone could arrive," Maria explained with sadness in her eyes.

"Why are you helping me then? You should report me to the authorities," I said, feeling a bit harsh, but Maria giggled.

"Oh, my dear, there's no need for that. You don't seem dangerous or violent. Jared and I can tell you haven't been a rogue for long," she assured me.

Did that mean they thought I was weak?

"I really don't know how to thank you guys," I said quietly, feeling grateful for their kindness.

"You don't have to, dear. You remind me of my daughter, and I don't think you're a bad person," Maria replied sweetly. I hugged her briefly, thanking them both again, and Jared left the room.

After sitting in my room for two more hours, I couldn't take it anymore. I felt trapped and suffocated. The idea of staying here for even one more hour made it hard to breathe.

I grabbed my bag, took some money, and decided to leave the motel to find a quiet place to breathe fresh air.

"Hey Maria, I'm going out," I told her, and she looked skeptical.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked.

"I can't stand being cooped up. The worst thing that can happen is getting caught. If it happens, I'll escape. If I can't, I'll face the consequences. If I don't get back in two hours, forget about me and burn my bag so they won't find you," I said, and she objected.

"Don't say that. If you get caught, you might be killed. He can be ruthless," she warned, but I reassured her, saying I'd be careful.

"Be careful, dear, and don't trust anyone," she warned again, and I said goodbye quickly to avoid being convinced otherwise.

Feeling the wind on my face brought me absolute joy. The air here felt different, welcoming, and relaxing.

I played happily by the water, realizing it had been a long time since I visited a pretty lake. Sitting by the lakeside and being free to think without any restrictions thrilled me. I didn't want the fear of getting caught to stop me from enjoying this moment.

Even if I get caught, I'll find a way to escape because I never give up easily.

"Hmm, I see you're enjoying yourself," a voice said suddenly, and my heart skipped a beat.

Trouble came early, I thought, as I turned around to see a tall, dark, skinny guy who was clearly a werewolf. He looked harmless, but I was still cautious.

"I'm just enjoying the wind, not causing trouble," I replied calmly, trying to figure out how to escape without hurting him.

"Don't worry, I'm harmless too. I sense your uneasiness, and it makes me uncomfortable," he said casually, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about him. My intuition was usually right.

"What's your name?" he asked, and I snappily replied, "Tell me yours first, and maybe I'll tell you mine."

"I'm Dre," he said loudly, and I felt creeped out.

"Alright, Dre, I think we've talked enough. I'll just leave and not bother you again," I said, putting my shoes on.

"Sorry, but you can't leave yet," he replied, getting closer to me. I prepared to defend myself if necessary, as it would be the first time against someone I didn't know.

"Why not? You said you were harmless," I nervously stuttered, and he smirked.

"You didn't believe that, did you? You're in the wrong place, and I can't let you go so easily," he said with a dangerous look, and I chuckled.

"Do you really think you can take me on all by yourself? I don't want to hurt you. Let me leave, and you'll never see me again," I tried to convince him that I meant no harm.

"Don't worry about hurting me. You should worry about yourself. If you make a move, we'll kill you instantly," he warned, looking serious.

"We? But you're alone," I pointed out, and he smirked.

"Am I really alone?" he replied rhetorically, and suddenly, ten big guys appeared out of nowhere, surrounding me. I felt my heart sink.

"Well, well, look who we have here. A pretty-looking murderer," a deep voice said, and when I looked, I lost all hope.

He had an authoritative presence, and I remembered Maria's warning about him.

"I'm Damon, the Beta of the pack you trespassed on," he calmly introduced himself, and I panicked.

"Oh my goodness, I'm in big trouble."

Helene

The amusement I felt at the sight of the men's faces surprised me. From the lake, they dragged me to an unknown location, and their attempt to gag me with a repulsive piece of cloth only added to my amusement-such a ridiculous and unnecessary act.

"We've arrived," a deep voice, unfamiliar to me, announced, and one of the guard dogs, the same one who had pulled me by the hair earlier, immediately yanked me out of the car. The foul stench emanating from him made me nauseous, and I couldn't help but wish for a chance to confront him alone.

"Take her inside," a voice that I assumed belonged to Beta Damon instructed. The top werewolf on my hit list of crazy individuals dragged me away roughly. It was clear he had little respect for women, perhaps because he hadn't found his mate yet, a fate I hoped he would never experience.

Hours passed, and I endured the discomfort of being tied to an iron chair. Hunger, thirst, and the need to pee overwhelmed me. My patience reached its limit, and I yelled in frustration, demanding someone attend to my needs.

"Why the hell are you yelling?" grumbled the same person who had pulled my hair earlier.

"I'm hungry, and I really need to pee," I retorted. He scoffed at my complaint.

"You can pee yourself, you stupid bitch, and food will only come when the Beta decides. Until then, you starve!" he growled. I couldn't help but release a short, frustrated laugh that showcased my anger.

Enraged, I warned him coldly, "Listen, you sick bastard. I intend to relish the pleasure of killing you myself, so don't let your guard down with me. Otherwise, you'll regret ever meeting me," I warned, but he dismissed my warning and walked away, returning to wherever he came from.

I clenched my lips, suppressing the tears welling up. I refused to give them the satisfaction of witnessing me at my weakest.

"I hear you want something to eat," a familiar voice interrupted, deepening my frown as I recognized whose voice it was.

"Yes, I'm hungry. Is there anything abnormal or dangerous about that? And when do you plan to release me from this bondage? If you want to kill me, just get it over with!" I wearily yelled back at him.

"Do you actually have a death wish?" he inquired, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Isn't that what you're planning to do eventually? Why bother delaying the inevitable?" I replied, bored with the situation.

"Who says I want to kill you? Nobody mentioned anything about killing anyone," he responded, and I looked at him with a perplexed expression.

"Then what is it that you want from me?" I asked.

"Well, what I want is quite simple. Tell me which pack sent you to spy on us, and I promise I'll spare your life," he said, and his assumption caught me off guard.

"You think I'm a spy?" I asked incredulously, and he nodded.

"Of course you are! You don't appear or behave like a rogue, and your scent is unfamiliar. The only explanation for your foreignness is that you're not from around here and that you were sent here to spy on us," he explained, and I struggled to hold back my laughter, but it proved impossible.

A loud laugh escaped my lips, and he frowned at my reaction. "You think this is a joke?" he questioned.

"I'm sorry, but your theory, or rather, your conclusion, is quite amusing. To set the record straight, I am not a spy, and I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just a rebellious person who ran away from home because I disliked my life there," I explained matter-of-factly.

"I haven't even been a rogue for two days straight, so I can't possibly talk or act like them. I don't even know how they talk or act. If you want to kill me or lock me up forever, go ahead, but don't falsely accuse me because that's just ridiculous," I added, and he let out a sigh.

Okay, then, I'll believe you, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you go. But first, you need to tell me which pack you're from. I need to be sure you're not from the enemy's territory," he said, weariness evident in his eyes.

"So what if I am from the enemy's territory?" I asked defiantly.

"Do you really expect me to answer that?" he retorted, and I let out a frustrated sigh.

I had no clue about the relationship between Bluemoon and Crystalmoon packs, and I couldn't risk digging my own grave with the wrong answer.

"What if my former pack and yours aren't enemies?" I questioned.

"In that case, I will send you back home immediately. You're a little too young to be running away from home, don't you think?" he said, and I deadpanned. If it came to that, I'd rather choose death than return to my pack and face a shameful death penalty for supposed betrayal.

"You know nothing about me, so you don't have the right to assume I'm too young for anything. I'm not as young as I look," I retorted, and he chuckled.

"As much as I'd enjoy bantering with you, I don't have time for that. If you refuse to say anything, then I can't help you. Let me know when you're ready to talk," he replied, his patience wearing thin. But at this point, I couldn't care less about his impatience.

"Can I at least get a chance to pee?" I requested, and he stared at me for a few moments before answering.

"Yes, you will but don't try anything funny or you're dead," he warned, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not exactly eager to die, but make sure your wild animal out there understands the reason. The first thing I'll do if I ever get out of these chains is snap his head off his neck," I told him, and he chuckled lightly.

"That is if you don't end up dead first," he replied with a sly smirk before leaving the room.

As soon as he left, his beast-like underling entered, wearing his usual deep frown that made him look even uglier than he already was.

"You're lucky the Beta is in a good mood today, baby girl. I can't guarantee he'll be the same tomorrow," he said, and I couldn't hide my irritation.

"I don't recall asking you anything, you fool, so avoid talking to me if you don't want me to make your life hell," I warned.

"And how exactly are you going to do that? You're tied up, you dumb bitch!" he hissed sharply, a wicked grin adorning his horrible face.

"You know what? Let's save this unnecessary talk for never. Just take me wherever you're taking me so I can finally ease myself," I said tiredly. With grunts and growls, he slowly began to unchain me, and as expected, he literally dragged me all the way to the restroom.

It had already been two days since the last time Damon appeared to interrogate me, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't already frustrated. The chains were starting to hurt really bad, and sitting for so long made my back feel stiff.

According to the guy he left with me, whose name I found out was Owen, Damon had other engagements and might not be seeing me anytime soon. This meant I might have to remain tied up here for the rest of the week, and the thought of being bound to these chains for another day crushed my fighting spirit on the inside.

"What are you thinking about?" Owen asked, curious.

"I'm thinking about my next life and how I hope to be born in a pack where I won't need to escape," I replied, and he laughed.

"Don't tell me you actually believe in having a next life? Isn't that one of the many ways humans tend to deceive themselves?" He retorted sarcastically, and I scoffed.

"I would respond to that if I thought your opinion actually mattered, but fortunately, it doesn't. So, I'm going to let you believe whatever you want, and I'll do the same," I answered sharply, with no intention of being insulting or rude.

Owen and I had found a way to coexist peacefully, so I had stopped cursing him out every ten seconds, but I still loathed him very much.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"No, I don't have an appetite. I just want to know my fate so we can get this over with," I responded, frustrated, and he remained silent.

His phone suddenly rang, and he hurriedly walked out of the room to answer the call, only to return in less than a minute with a worried expression.

"What is it? Is he coming?" I asked hastily.

"He's already here, but I'm afraid he didn't come alone," he replied, and I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat.

"Who is with him?" I asked, but he didn't get a chance to respond as the sudden sound of creaking doors interrupted us, and I didn't need Owen to tell me who it was I was about to face.

Owen immediately excused himself from the room, and the next minute, Damon walked in. There was a much larger shadow standing right behind him, but I could barely make out his face in the dark room.

"Hello there," Damon's calm voice said as he approached, allowing me to see his face clearly. However, the person with him remained still and obscured in the shadows.

"I guess it's time for you to finally decide my fate," I stuttered nervously, watching as the shadow behind him slowly walked closer to where I sat.

"Oh, I won't be deciding anything, little lady. Rather, he will," Damon replied with an arrogant smirk, pointing at the person behind him.

"The name's Alpha Hunter, and let's just say, I'm here to decide how exactly your life's going to end." The voice introduced himself with a touch of sarcasm before moving closer to me. The moment our eyes met, my heart seemed to stop.

"MATE!" We both whispered quietly, our eyes widening in realization.