Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Third Person

The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the Red Moon Pack territory, but for Ethan, the day held a weight that eclipsed the warmth of the sunlight. The events of the previous day, the solemn procession, and the final farewell to his mother, Sena, lingered in the air like a palpable ache. He awoke to the murmur of the pack outside his window. It was a comforting presence on any other day and would have been a source of solace. Today, however, the familiar sounds felt distant, as if the world had shifted into a subdued, mournful melody.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes as he tried to shake off the heaviness that clung to him. The excitement he usually feels in anticipation of training now seemed emptier, echoing the reality of the absence of the one person who had been a constant in his life.

Thinking about Sena, Ethan couldn’t help but feel a surge of sorrow. He somewhat feels guilty that he chose to stay in the pack house rather than be with her in the house that Xander gave her. He knew in his heart that he wasn’t angry about his father and Chassy’s decision, but he couldn’t help but feel sad that he didn’t insist on making her stay in the pack house with him. He knew that he was only being used by his mother to get Xander, but he also knew her hardships for having her.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Ethan got out of bed and approached the window. The pack members were going about their day, engaging in the usual activities. They don’t know Sena, but he is thankful that they still mourn for her on his behalf. After Donovan’s death, he knew that he was not going to go back to their pack and that the Red Moon Pack was now his new home. He appreciates how everyone accepts and acknowledges him; that’s why he wants his mother to be content and wait for her mate instead of trying to get what wasn’t hers. He wanted to live in the pack with his mother, Sena.

Ethan dressed in silence before he went out of his bedroom. As he descended the stairs, the aroma of breakfast hung in the air, but the joyous chatter that usually accompanied it was conspicuously absent. He knew that the pack respected him, and he couldn’t ask for more.

Chassy, sensing Ethan’s presence, turned from the stove with a sympathetic smile. “Good morning, Ethan,” she greeted, her eyes reflecting a shared sorrow.

“Morning,” he mumbled in response. Breakfast was a quiet affair. The pack members spoke in hushed tones, a collective effort to preserve the solemn atmosphere that enveloped the packhouse. Ethan picked at his food, the taste dulled by the ache in his chest.

Chassy, aware of the struggle within the young wolf, reached out with a gentle touch. “Ethan, we’re here for you. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let us know.”

He nodded, grateful for the support but unsure of how to navigate the cavernous void that Sena’s absence had created. The day unfolded in a blur of muted colors and subdued sounds. The pack, respectful of the mourning period, moved with a shared understanding. Ethan, unable to shake the heaviness that clung to him, retreated to the quiet solitude of the forest.

In the embrace of the trees, Ethan allowed himself to grieve. The tears, long held back, finally flowed freely. He whispered words of love to the wind, a silent conversation with the mother he had lost. The forest, a witness to the ebb and flow of life, cradled him in its arms.

As the day wore on, Ethan began to sense a subtle shift. The pack, in their ways, reached out to him, offering a comforting touch, a shared memory, or a quiet presence. It was a testament to the strength of the pack, a community bound not only by blood but by the threads of shared sorrow and resilience.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm palette of colors across the sky, Ethan felt a sense of gratitude. The day after sending off Sena became a poignant chapter in Ethan’s journey of grief and healing. The ache remained, but in the collective embrace of the pack, he found a glimmer of strength to face the uncertain days ahead.

In Xander and Chassy’s bedroom, the two were talking about Ethan. They wanted him to move on, but they also knew that they shouldn’t rush him. Sena, after all, was his mother. No matter what she did, she still took care of him, even if it was hard for her.

“He’ll get through it, and we are here to help him,” Chassy said,

“I know; I just can’t help but worry for him. You know, he is young, and I’m afraid that he will be too hasty and act reckless.” Xander told her of his worry.

“He is your son; you should know that he has alpha blood. He is responsible, and I see that. Don’t think too much. It was natural for him to feel that way.”

“Thank you, Chas. For being with me and him. For being the most capable Luna the pack has ever had.”

“You don’t have to thank me. As you already said, I am the Luna,” she replied. Xander sighed before he pulled her closer to him. He was thinking about her and Silas, whom she said was also her mate. He still couldn’t accept that fact and was thinking about it when Sena was found dead. Now, he wants to know what she was thinking since they both know that Silas and Sena were together before the latter died.

“What do you think about her death?” He asked, “I mean, Sena. She has vampires bite all over her body as if those bloodsuckers feasted on her.”

“I don’t know if you’re going to believe this or not, but I don’t smell Silas’s scent anywhere near or on her body.” She replied, which made Xander look at her. “Don’t give me that look or think about anything else. It’s not because I think he is my mate. I am telling the truth, and you should know, mate or not, if he ever does something that warrants my anger, he’ll get it from me.”

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“It’s just your imagination. And Xander, can you please stop what you are doing? You know what mates are. And I know who and what I am. I know my priorities, and I am not going to let my packs be put at risk.”

“I was just saying.”

“You’re jealous and didn’t want to share me with a vampire. It shows on your face.”

“Do you want to share me with another woman as well?” he asked, which made Chassy roll her eyes at him.

“Why ask questions that you already know the answer to? But don’t forget, mates, there is something else. I even came back to you, even if I had already rejected you.” she said.

Xander hugged her so tight, making her feel that he was not going to let her go. While she knew and was worried about him thinking, he was thinking about Silas as her mate and might forget about their situation. Being mated to Silas, if ever, will not mean that the threat will also subside. She knew it, and she could feel it.