The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Her chest was pumping up and down in unfiltered worry and determination, fear and anger.

She was the last dwarf Chief’s daughter. Her act made other dwarfs muster up courage and stepped out.

Lu tried holding them back but shame made him let them go. They’d all die without gaining a thing.

“If this isn’t the most touching thing, I don’t know. Staying true to one’s dignity, epic!” Cold Prince remarked blinking to let go of a fake tear.

Before the female dwarf could scoff at his actions, his sword had gone flying in the air. Six strikes below and one strike above.

What thudded down were the left arms of six dwarfs and the head of an elderly dwarf.

Blood splattered on his face. He nonchalantly wiped them off in disgust.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The victims flumped unto the ground and groans filled the room. Lu looked at his people in horror.

The others ran towards the door banging it loudly to free themselves.

Cold Prince strolled towards them, playing with the sword, “My verdict; Work in my farms and pens for three months, then I’d give you death you look for. As for the old dwarf, I respect old folks, so I granted his request. Bury him well”.

He threw the sword back to the boy. The boy bowed down, a pleasured grin dancing on his face and he looked down on the female dwarf.

“If you are in too much pain then… kill yourself” he flipped his hair to the side, making his dark eyes more visible.

He tarried his eyes on the female dwarf’s black hair before reminding himself that he had another black haired female to punish.

He bounced out of the court room with the young boy behind him. Lu rushed besides the Chief’s daughter as her breathing slowed down.

Murder any from of murder – suicide, homicide, genocide – was a taboo in the dwarf tribe. Or else he would have taken away her pain.

But Lu swore in his heart that he must break that rule. He had to spill blood if he’s people would survive. And he had to avenge his people and ancestors.

A young dwarf held close to her the old dwarfs head. He was the oldest, before Lu. And he had just died for nothing.

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(At the Cavern)

Scott tied the rope triple times to ensure the wimp didn’t run off again. She sent glares at him and he matched them with his.

She was rudely stubborn and didn’t look guilty. She looked scared. He could feel her fear. He tried his best to suppress his urges to enjoy it.

Han held his hands when he tried tying the rope the fourth time, “Stop. Her hands would break. She can’t escape now”.

Scott let go, returning his fiery eyes back to normal, they remained on the girl.

“Your brother is one stubborn ass to stomp his way into my forest” he grunted. “With soldiers. Giving me dead bodies”.

“You are lucky he didn’t find you or he would have…”

Evelyn slapped her, shutting her mouthpiece. Han looked offended and shuffled back into their caves.

“What? Kill him? It took only my younger sister to trick him. To think I planned really well to finish him off but he only needed to follow a beauteous curvy damsel” she nudged Lydia playfully.

The little queen had watery eyes fixated at the perpetrator of her pain. Who also attempted to flick her face but Lydia pulled her hand back.

Margaret flipped her hair in pride, “The Prince may have been following the booty though. Don’t blame him”.

Lydia exasperated, “You got lucky. He could have killed you”.

Scott visibly cringed to Margaret’s comment, “Well, Marg, this is the most prized possession of the Prince. I’d be expecting his army here soon. He won’t be so I can play rough”.

He patted Margaret’s hair lovingly before moving out.

Margaret was flushed red. She raised her hands to straighten her hair, the part he had patted, “He called me Marg”. She sounded like she was in a trance.

“We call you Marg. Is there anything special about it?” Lydia drawled.

Margaret snapped into a frown, “Let a girl blush. Aish”.

Evelyn laughed softly, dragging Lydia along with her before a war broke out, “Blush my dear. And enjoy your chicken”.

Hearing chicken brought a grin to Margaret’s face. She and Lydia exchanged vicious gazes before parting.

When they were far off. Margaret untied one of the ropes used to keep the little queen in place. The girl was too frail to escape anyway.

The girl held her nose high in ingratitude. “Ingrate” Margaret murmured under her breath before sitting besides her to eat.

The smell of roasted chicken filled the little queen’s nose as she looked at Margaret hungrily.

Margaret acted like she couldn’t see her while licking the meat deliciously. “You are punishing me, you know” the girl moaned.

Margaret giggled softly, “You’re questioned earlier by Scott but then you ran away. How big is your brother’s army? You are yet to answer”.

The little girl rolled her eyes. She’d rather starve than reveal that. Not like they can do anything about it.

Her brother would come and rescue her and gift their heads for all her pain and disgrace.

“My dragon bird would specifically peck your eyes away” she snapped. That made Margaret’s eyes darken.

She held unto the distorted stick which she had used to roast chicken and walked ever so slowly towards the girl. “Seems you have forgotten your situation”.

Sniveling and chattering from cold, the little girl blinked furiously, “Don’t touch me” her voice came shaky.

“Or else? What do you think you are? You are under my hold now” Margaret seethed. The wimp keeps forgetting.

Suddenly there were trumpeting and clanging of cymbals. The trees began moving slowly affected by an unknown sensation.

“Stay back. The Prince is here!” Margaret heard Scott holler to Lydia as she followed him out of his cave?

Margaret frowned. Didn’t Lydia follow Evelyn out, why was she with Scott? She dismissed that and looked at the irritated temper of the young wolfs.

They growled and dashed out with a Scott, who had already flown off somehow.

“My brother is here. You’re all gonna get it. You’ll…” Margaret stuffed remaining chicken wings into the little queen’s mouth. She cared little of her threats.

“Lydia, don’t go” Evelyn came out from their cave, holding unto her youngest sister.

“Just a minute” Lydia broke her sister’s hold and left the cavern.

“What’s going on?” Margaret screamed at Evelyn, “She would get hurt”. But her sister only gave her a defeated stare and shuffled back inside.