The Alpha's Triple Lunas novel Chapter 42

Chapter Forty-Three – Han needs help.

Margaret just looked over at the Luna and Evelyn as they glared at each other.

Jackson cleared his throat as Alpha Red came in, “I don’t think you like werewolves, am I right?”. She enquired from Evelyn.

Scott noticed the streak of annoyance in his voice. No matter how cheesy his mate could be, he wouldn’t appreciate someone mocking her.

“Not at all. I just don’t understand everything yet. But I’m really grateful with the help so far” Evelyn replied with a cheerful time.

The Luna looked at her suspiciously while Margaret sighed inaudibly.

Alpha Red raised his brows but nodded, “Then enjoy your stay. Please I need to speak with you, Scott. Jackson, you too” he held his wife and escorted her out of the room.

Scott patted Evelyn’s hands before leaving. Jackson sent him glare for the touchy act so Scott rubbed her shoulders as well.

“Don’t worry about Han. I’d make sure he gets help” he said. Margaret was closer so he patted her as well.

Lydia wasn’t concentrating and was looking down, so he left her. It was always important to share emotions with all his three Lunas.

He left the room, ignoring Jackson’s jealous glare.

Lydia also had a slight jealous glare, she had seem him but she heaved a sigh when no one else was in the room but she and her sisters.

Werewolves were really supernatural creatures she couldn’t even breath properly whenever the Lunas eye were on her.

Evelyn, also felt the Luna’s impact but shaded it off by talking back at her. Margaret just stayed calm, she did have an unwavering confidence.

“We are now in the den of wolves” Evelyn broke the three minutes silence that started when the werewolves left.

Margaret shrugged. Her sister was always so dramatic. Weren’t these wolves the same ones that saved her from those dragon birds?

“Evelyn, right?” the pack doctor returned to the room. Evelyn sprang from her seat, raising her hand.

“The boy’s strong meridians aren’t receiving blood from the veins. His weak meridians are and can’t handle the blood so spurts it out. Is he really alive?” he adjusted his glasses.

The sisters look at him confused. Lydia makes her way towards the man’s ward.

It was outside the house she was but she could see the door open. Outside the house were people, who she knew where werewolves, moving around.

“What do you mean is he alive? He was alive when we gave him to you” Evelyn snapped at the doctor.

Lydia exhaled. The doctor better be joking. Paying to bring Han back was what brought she and her sisters into the messy werewolf world.

Gathering courage and emitting an aura she didn’t know was in her, Lydia threaded upon the grasses towards the doctor’s ward.

Some pack members looked at her, some kids cowered under her aura. She didn’t know why but she didn’t let the it get to her.

She saw Han laying on a bed, awake, and rushed to hug him. She broke the hug when it seemed she touched a sensitive part and he winced.

“What's that about weak and strong meridian? Don’t use big languages on me, please?” she checked his forehead for his temperature.

Han was about say something to her when the other sisters rushed in.

“Lydia what was that about?” Margaret grinned.

Lydia arched a brow, “What about?”.

In return, he became their prisoner-like-student. Learnt their way of life. They never really treated he or Chan as slaves but children.

They thought that he’d never leave. But hearing he had sisters that were looking for him. He didn’t think twice agreeing to leave the temple.

They had lost Chan after the Dark Dragon Dynasty Queen made a tricky pact with them. But as men true to their words, they let Han go.

Now their last student was gone. All their knowledge would go down with them to the grave. So they are on a lockdown.

A six months meditation which they believe would guide them into knowing the next student that’d take after them.

No one else knows a way to save him. And without constant training he soon forgot how to channel his inner energy to his stronger meridians.

And now those stronger meridians had been rechanneled leading his energy and blood to the weaker meridians.

He won’t last long. Life sustaining pills were produced by a special plant called ortis which only the monks knew where to find.

In other words, he was left to die within three days if his blood keeps flowing to the weaker meridians.

The explanation was long and detailed but the sisters were still missing a vital information.

“What’s the solution then? Anyway to help since the monks are a no-no?” Margaret probed.

Han bit his lower lips, staring steadily at his sisters. There was a solution but if they heard it, they’d probably tell him to just die.