Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Chassy

As I exited the office, I sought out Ethan, finding him amidst the pack members who were going about their daily activities. His posture exuded a mix of newfound responsibility and the lingering shadows of concern for his father. Approaching him, I could sense the unspoken connection-the familial bond that now carried an additional layer of complexity.

“Ethan,” I called, the weight of the revelation evident in the gravity of my voice. He turned, his gaze meeting mine-a mix of determination and the vulnerability of a son who carried the weight of his father’s legacy.

“Mommy C,” he said, the formality softened by the familial address. “What is it?”

I motioned for him to join me in a quieter space, away from the bustling activities of the pack. As we found a more secluded corner, the words lingered on the tip of my tongue, awaiting release. A palpable tension hung in the air-a precursor to a conversation that would unveil a truth not easily grasped.

“Ethan, there’s something you need to know,” I began, my gaze steady but laden with the gravity of the revelation. “To bring your father back, Silas and I took a risk-a significant one.”

His brow furrowed in curiosity, a mix of anticipation and concern etched on his features. “What kind of risk?”

I took a moment to collect my thoughts before continuing. “Silas, being a vampire, possesses unique abilities. We believed that his blood could help your father-a chance to bring Xander back from the brink. Silas bit your father, and that act might be unsettling for you, especially considering the history between our kinds.”

Ethan’s expression shifted, a mosaic of emotions playing across his face. The revelation hung in the air, its impact slowly settling in. The specter of history-the conflicts between wolves and vampires-loomed large, adding an intricate layer to the challenge of processing this newfound truth. His features, once marked by a determined facade, now carried the weight of conflict, and I sensed the impending storm of emotions that brewed within him.

“I understand this might be difficult to accept,” I added gently. “But Silas genuinely wants to help, to make amends. And your father’s recovery is a testament to the uncharted alliances we’re forging for the greater good.”

Ethan’s gaze remained fixed on mine, a silent contemplation unfolding. The weight of the revelation settled, and in the ensuing silence, I hoped that the foundation of trust we had built would weather this unexpected revelation, just as the Red Moon Pack faced the storms on the horizon.

The palpable silence hung between us before Ethan finally broke it, his voice tinged with a mixture of disappointment and unease. “You let a vampire bite my father?” The words held an accusatory edge, and I could discern the layers of history and resentment surfacing in his eyes.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

I nodded solemnly, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. “Yes, Ethan. It was a risk, but we believed Silas’s bite could heal Xander. We did what we thought was necessary to bring him back.”

His gaze remained locked with mine, searching for answers that transcended the immediate revelation. “I don’t like the idea of a vampire being involved in saving my father,” he admitted, with a raw honesty in his voice. “My mother died at the hands of vampires. I get myself strong so I will be able to help and save you and everyone I hold dear from them.”

The weight of Ethan’s words hung heavy in the air, an unspoken sorrow that echoed through the annals of his past. The realization of the wounds he carried, the scars etched by the conflict between wolves and vampires, cast a somber pallor over the conversation.

“I’m sorry, Ethan,” I whispered, my voice a gentle caress in the face of his pain. “I am aware that tragedy has marred the history between our kinds. But, sir, he’s different. He wants to help us, to bridge the gap between our species.”

Ethan’s eyes bore into mine, a complex interplay of emotions etched on his face. “It’s just hard, Mommy C. I lost my mother to vampires, and now you’re telling me we’re relying on one to save my father.”

In that poignant moment, I sensed the vulnerability beneath Ethan’s stoic exterior. The wounds of the past had left an indelible mark on his heart, and the revelation of Silas’s involvement served as a poignant reminder of the intricacies woven into our shared history.

“I understand,” I said softly, a measure of empathy coloring my words. “And I’m sorry for the pain you’ve endured. Silas might be a vampire, but he’s committed to helping us find a path to coexistence. We’re navigating uncharted territories, Ethan, forging alliances that defy the norms of our history.”

Ethan’s gaze remained locked with mine, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities that now bound our fates. The future’s path, which was full of obstacles and unforeseen alliances, necessitated striking a delicate balance between the scars of the past and the hope for an unrestricted future.

In the wake of Ethan’s revelation about Sena and the apprehension that lingered in his eyes, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for a disclosure that would undoubtedly reshape the contours of our conversation. The truth about Silas being my mate was a revelation poised to unravel the threads of our shared destiny.

“Ethan,” I began, my voice a gentle cadence threading through the heavy air, “there’s something else you need to know. Silas isn’t just a vampire aiding us in this war. He’s my mate.”

The words hung suspended between us, a profound declaration that bore the weight of an intricate connection, one that transcended the boundaries of pack alliances and species. I watched Ethan’s expression shift, a cascade of emotions playing out on his face-surprise, disbelief, and, ultimately, a flicker of understanding.

“Mate?” he echoed, the syllable carrying with it the resonance of unspoken implications. His gaze bore into mine, seeking confirmation and perhaps the reassurance that this revelation wouldn’t jeopardize the unity we sought within the Red Moon Pack.

I nodded the gravity of the admission underscoring my words. “Yes, Ethan. Silas and I share a mate bond. It’s a connection that goes beyond the rational, beyond the prejudices that have defined the history between wolves and vampires.”

Ethan’s brow furrowed, his mind grappling with the magnitude of the revelation. “But isn’t a mate bond supposed to be sacred? How can you be mated to a vampire?”

The complexity of our situation and the intertwining of destinies that defied conventional norms demanded a nuanced explanation. “Mate bonds are complex, Ethan. They’re forged by the moon goddess herself, and sometimes they challenge the boundaries we’ve set for ourselves. Silas and I didn’t choose this bond, but we’ve come to accept it, finding common ground to build something greater than the enmity between our species.”

Ethan’s gaze remained steadfast, and I sensed the deliberation within him as he absorbed the intricacies of our unconventional connection. The journey ahead, with Silas by my side, demanded a recalibration of perspectives and an acknowledgment that our fates were irrevocably intertwined.

“I won’t pretend it’s easy,” I admitted, a note of vulnerability seeping into my words. “But Silas is committed to helping us. His bond with me doesn’t diminish his resolve to aid the pack. We’re navigating uncharted territories, Ethan, forging alliances that defy the norms of our history.”

The weight of the revelation settled upon us, an unspoken acknowledgment that the path we tread carried with it the echoes of a destiny rewritten. As we stood at the crossroads of tradition and transformation, the bond between Silas, Ethan, and myself would serve as a testament to the resilience of unity amidst the tumultuous clash of two disparate worlds.

“This may be too much for you to take, and I understand if you will get mad at me for letting him touch your father. But believe me, there’s nothing Silas wanted more than to help us defeat his own kind.” I added.

I wanted him to understand why I agreed with Silas to do what he did. I mean, what we did to Xander. Now, more than ever, I believe that he wanted to help me. Save probably from something I don’t know. But one thing is for sure: the moon goddess did this for our kind. So we will be able to win a losing war.

“And you only tell me this because?” he asked suddenly.

“Because you’re an alpha now. I believe that you know how to handle something like this. I believe that you will be rational enough to discern everything we are trying to do. I believe that you are the future of the Red Moon Pack and that of the werewolves.”

“I don’t think my opinion matters since you have already done it. Did Grandpa and the others know it too?”

“No,” I replied. I’m only telling this to you and a few of the pack elders.”

“The pack elders?” he asked, and I nodded. “And they accepted it? It was fine with them.” I nodded and replied,

“They thought the same. They will be beside Xander since they expect that he will be different once he wakes up.”

“How different?”

“Silas bites him. You know what would happen if someone was bitten by a vampire, right?”

“Dad could have died.”

“But he didn’t.”

“And I should be thankful for that?”

“He could have died if we didn’t do it.”

“As a wolf. He could have died as a respected and formidable wolf. Not some lousy hybrid.”

Xander is not lousy!” I shouted. I didn’t want him to talk to his father like that.

“He is. And you’re the reason,” he said back. I saw fear in his eyes, but maybe because he is an alpha by blood, he managed to control that fear. Then he turned his back to me. I feel hurt. At some point, I thought he would understand.