The Alpha's Secret Luna

****Alpha Enzi Armett**** Stifling a groan, I toss my duffel bag in the car before turning back to hug my mom, thinking not the dreaded mate lecture again… “You are 21, honey, almost 22! You have to start looking for your Luna. The pack members are starting to wonder about it,” she says for the umpteenth time this week. I shove another groan deep down before it can escape. That would just result in an extended lecture and that disappointed look of hers that I hate. Frankly, I’m pretty sure the pack members couldn’t give a shit if I have a Luna or not right now. We are a successful, safe, stable werewolf pack, and I’m sure that’s enough for everyone. For perspective, werewolves are gifted fated mates by the Moon Goddess and, as such, move much faster in love than humans because it’s easy if you know that you’ve met the one person you’re destined to be with. And as far as my mom is concerned, I’m behind. This is especially funny since werewolves tend to age much slower than humans and

* ****Alyssa **** I’ve just finished breakfast when I’m summoned to see the Alpha. As I approach my father’s office, no, my uncle’s office, a bad feeling like a physical something is twisting in my belly and I feel a strange restlessness. Gamma John sees me approaching, bangs twice on the door, and opens it for me without waiting for a response from inside the office. The once silent hallway instantly fills with yelling the second the door opens. “I came here for a Luna, and I’ll take her,” Alpha Enzi roars, pointing at me as I enter the room. I’m sorry, what? You’re taking me as your Luna? I resist the urge to look over my shoulder and see who might be standing behind me; he must mean someone else, right? “That’s not how it works, and you know that. These balls help people find their fated mates. This is not a shopping mall for you to just pick anyone you like. Besides, she’s too young and not 18 for another couple of months,” Uncle Simon protests. I was quite surprised by hi

**** Alyssa **** In the morning, I dress in my standard workout gear; a sports tank and capris leggings, eager to work off some of my anger. I only hope it's not wolf training day. The last thing I need is to expose that little secret just now, and as far as I know, he doesn’t know that the daughter of the famously strong Alpha Noah is wolfless. Though people used to gossip about my mother, so maybe he suspects it. Not that I care, nope, not one bit. I should have asked the Blond Bimbo how they run their training here. I didn’t even ask her where they meet in the mornings. I scrape my hair into a ponytail and head downstairs, I hear giggling from across the hall as I exit my room. Really!? He couldn’t have the decency to put me further from his room, and I had to listen to them fooling around. I close my door with a little too much force and instantly regret it. He would have heard that slam. It probably gives him pleasure knowing I heard them and that it peaved me off. When I head d

**** Enzi **** Three days! She’s only been here a few days and she’s already turned my life upside down. This girl is driving me nuts. I should never have taken her. What the hell was I thinking? I should have left her there and come back in a few months. If I had, this whole nonsense with her and Merideth wouldn’t have been necessary. I can’t believe my mother arranged that. It’s not fair to Merideth, or to me, and most certainly not to Alyssa, but my mother is right about it being an effective cover, a cover that has already proved necessary. No one would possibly suspect that she means anything to me. It hurts like hell, though. I look up when Jayvon bursts into my office. “They say they were just told to take pictures of all the girls they see. Then they’d be told who to grab. They thought they were going to be kidnapping random girls, not necessarily a specific one. They weren’t given any descriptions to look for anyone in particular.” I rock back in my chair and blow out a re

**** Enzi **** Never in my life would I ever think that I would have it in me to treat any woman with such disrespect. I hated how my father treated my mother. It’s in fact what I hated the most about him. He was an asshole to me, but it was how he treated my mother and my brother that upset me the most. I could take it, and I took most of the hits for Xavior and as many as I could for my mom, even though she hated when I got hurt “because of her.” Though it was never because of her, it was always because of him. There was something wrong with my dad. Werewolves are monogamous, and our mates are our treasures, the most important person in our lives. Until we have children of course. Nothing is more important to a werewolf than their family and their packs. Usually, werewolves find and marry their mates, and live happily ever after; it’s very rare that a werewolf would cheat on his fated mate. Mistresses are rare. Yet, my father had several. Now, I find myself stringing two women al