Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

Phoenix returned to sit with his mate who asked where he’d been through mind link.

“You’ll know soon. Just be a little patient. Now, why don’t we focus on the entertainment in front of us?” he answered with a smirk.

“Why do I have a hunch that you went out to look for trouble?” Lavana asked with creased eyebrows.

“Don’t worry. I only chatted with my son.”

“Your son? You have a son? How? Didn’t you say you haven’t touched any other female? Where did this son come from? How old is he? I want to see him.”

“Stop being so anxious. Apart from my parents and authorized medical staff who handled me at birth, no one else has seen my nudity,” he replied leisurely and then added: “But he’s indeed my son.”

She grimaced. “You… If you went to meet your son, you should at least have brought him back. Where is his mother? Does he look like you?”

“Are you jealous or just overly edgy?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“I…”

“No worries. I’m a virgin, ok,” he disclosed in an amused tone.

“So you adopted him then. Where is he?”

“Is my son more important than the show before you?”

“I have to see him and give him a hug. I’ll be his adopted mummy after all.”

“You…” Phoenix facepalmed. “You can’t hug my son.”

“Why?”

“You just can’t hug him.”

“I will when I find him. I bet he must be a cutie pie. I’ll also give him a kiss too.”

“K-Kiss?” Phoenix asked in stupefaction.

“Yeah. Kissing a child’s cheek or forehead is not bad, ok. After this whole thing is done today, you have to bring me to him. Is he an orphan like us before he got adopted by you? Is he wiz blood also?

Phoenix sighed. “I suddenly have a headache. Why do women love talking even when their other half prefers they’d be quiet for a minute?”

Lavana scoffed. “Look who’s talking. The king of talkativeness who requires me to pinch or step on his foot a lot.”

“This…” Phoenix sighed. “Mate, how about this? Let’s watch what’s before us and cheer for Rolandro. When he comes back here, you’ll see my son, alright? But I repeat, do not dream of even hugging him.”

“Jealousy isn’t good,” Lavana said and then fed him a cookie.

“Well, sometimes it is. It prompts you to take action.”

“So if I hug your son, what action will you take?” she asked with a playful smile.

“Nothing.”

“Oh?” she raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yup. Coz I know you won’t even want to hug him.”

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“No need. You won’t be able to. Listen to me.”

“If he’s a cute little boy, nothing stops me from giving him a hug, dear.”

Phoenix just shook his head and chuckled. He knew she wouldn’t dare after seeing his ‘son’. He brought her closer and ate another cookie that she fed him.

Rolandro was in the second stage of the archery game. Only 18 of the participants had passed the first stage. This time, they were to shoot through the holes of four smaller cookies that were tied close to each other with a thin rope. The warrior was to shoot through the holes successfully at least 7 times to pass. If one arrow shattered any cookie, the warrior loses.

Before Rolandro, 4 had tried but no one succeeded so far. This wasn’t the time to just cheer the warrior on but to keep silent and let the warrior be focused on the targets.

Rolandro soon released three arrows and all saw that they passed through the holes in the four cookies. However, this wasn’t time to jubilate. There were six more times to go.

Rolandro took out four arrows from his back quiver again and shot them. They also went through the holes.

A few minutes later, there was applause. Rolandro had passed!

“He’s good. But Beatrix can defeat him.” Phoenix said to his mate telepathically.

“Beatrix can shoot?”

“Many hold the belief that wiz bloods are just a people who attack only from a long-range and rely on their flying scepters. But in close combat, even a Lycan has to be wary of us. The members of the royal family and the top three noble families in the kingdom must be masters at archery.” he explained and she nodded in understanding.

“So, how many arrows can she shoot at once?” she asked.

“Ten small arrows.”

“Wow!”

“I can teach you when there’s time. Besides, dragons are very good archers. Even better than the wiz bloods.” he divulged.

“Oh.”

“But they are extinct. You probably are the last of them and the mermaids. You know, I still don’t get how you turned out to be a tribrid. Where did you live as a kid?”

“Um… Moon Crest pack,” she replied after thinking for a while. “My mom had me repeat it one time when we went to a beach.”

“Moon Crest…” he repeatedly muttered while thinking. After a short while, his eyes suddenly widened. “In the records of packs in the world library, I remember reading that the Alpha of that pack has never shifted.”

“Never shifted?” Lavana asked with furrowed eyebrows.

Her mate replied. “Because for some unknown reason, he couldn’t but his strength wasn’t a joke. He easily beat other Alphas below the third rank.”

“So my homeland was once a third-ranking pack,” Lavana muttered.

Phoenix continued: “Yes, dear. He married his soulmate, the daughter of late Alpha Crownstell Hammington.”

“Was this Alpha from Moon Crest pack?”

“No, his wife is,” Phoenix replied.

“What were their names?” she couldn’t help asking.

“Alpha Brandon and Luna Nayelie McKenny.” her mate replied and she dropped the packet of cookies she was holding.

Stunned by her action, Phoenix asked in worry. “Are you alright?”

“I… I am,” she answered and suddenly rose from her seat.

“Lavana…”

“Phoenix, I’m going to the ladies bathroom. I’ll be back.”

“You feel uncomfortable anywhere? Are you having your period? I have the products here in my spatial ring. Which do you use? Tampons….”

“Nah, I just wanna relieve myself,” she replied. Her mate can be such a talkative. But she’s grateful for his concern though.

“Okay then. I’ll gist you what happened when you’re back.” he watched her leave. Deep down, he felt something wasn’t right with his mate but she was going to the female bathroom. He can’t follow her there. And it’s not good to be too clingy.

*****

Lavana sat on the toilet seat lid in one of the stalls in the bathroom, her fingers clasped together while her chest heaved. She tried so hard not to let a tear shed but she was unsuccessful. The emergence of the first teardrop which turned into a pearl as it fell, unlocked the way for others. Her shoulders shook as she wept. However, she tried to restrain herself so she wouldn’t shed more tears coz it’s not good for a mermaid but she failed at this. The tear-turned pearls fell into her open palms.