The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

Margaret face slammed. She was embarrassing and so not Lydia-like.

Scott handed some of the ‘yummy fruits’ he had to Lydia, with a smile. Again, Margaret was not appreciating his nice treatment to Lydia.

She jumped in between them. “I could stay with you while my sisters stay in that cave” she smiled cutely.

Evelyn came forward with a frown, “He is staying in a cave as well, what makes his cave difference from ours?”.

She knew exactly was Margaret was thinking. And the last thing she wanted was her sister smooching around with some wolfman in the middle of the night, when wolfmen are most dangerous.

“Well, my cave has only one person in it” Scott answered Evelyn. She shifted her frown to him. So he wanted Margaret to stay with him? Suspicious. Margaret smiled brightly.

“Well, if you don’t count my wolfs, May, June and July, though. I am alone” Scott added with a smirk.

Margaret moved backwards.

“You have puppies? Let me see” Lydia’s eye lit up. Margaret sighed and retreated back to their cave.

“I can’t” she said when she was in. Evelyn followed her in.

“Can’t stay here?” Evelyn tried completing.

Margaret shook her head, “Can’t help but feel Lydia’s craziness is making her look cute and Scott is falling for it”.

Evelyn wanted to hold it in but she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

At Sylvester’s house)

Timothy was suggesting for the hundredth time that a search party be sent out to bring the girls home.

“And again I ask you, do search parties bring people who aren’t lost home or they find lost people and bring them home?” Sylvester asked amused.

He knew the girls weren’t lost. Just exhibiting their own form of rebellion.

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The animal pen was waiting for them to work on it.

And he could possibly try marrying out the youngest when they returned. She showed less rebellion and could only be stubborn due to her sisters’ habits.

Sylvester wasn’t a bit worried. He’s only worry was that the nunnery were disappointed in him for the girls not showing up and had refused taking them since it seemed the girls were unwilling.

“Respect their decision” one of them had told him. He wasn’t going to listen. He hadn’t enough respect to waste on women.

“If you don’t find them, I will. They are my cousins, no matter how troublesome they were” Timothy said as he packed his arrows behind him.

He took a flute, one that he used to play with the girls. He hoped they’d answer him when he’d play it.

Sylvester smirked at his kind gestures but stayed quiet. They could all leave for all he cared. It had been a long time since he was home alone anyway.

He dragged his chair out to the balcony for fresh air. He felt a chilly peace, one that was going to last without anyone screaming or yelling.

But then he heard small chattering. He could endure, they were just children.

Two little boys came by playing with a frog. Sylvester smiled at them as memories of him and his dead younger brother came back.

They usually hunted for frogs at the forbidden river, when it was still allowed to be used.

He pushed the memories aside and enjoyed watching the boys chase the frog.

The frog ran past and hopped onto Sylvester’s laps. The boys looked at the frog in horror.

Before Sylvester could hand the frog back to them, they sprinted home scaredly.

He sighed he knew he wasn’t pictures as the ‘friendly next-door neighbor’ but what would he be doing with a frog? He set it free and it jumped off for it’s life.

“That’s how it goes my friend. These kids theses days make us old men look like monsters”.

Eddie, his old friend, said as he was dragging one of his goats into the pen. The stubborn he-goat finally got in and Eddie shut the door behind him, panting heavily.

“You and your boy, Stu, again” Sylvester smirked. Eddie shook his head, trying to say something but only breathing pants came out of his mouth.

“They ran off. All of them” Sylvester announced.

“They didn’t even sleep here last night” he added.

Eddie looked shocked as he dragged his tired feet to where Sylvester was, “Maybe you should worry. They are growing up. If you’re nicer then maybe they’d get married more calmly”.

Sylvester rolled his eyes.

Eddie dragged himself nearer. “I’m telling you, it worked with my daughters. Just change and bond with them. Marry them off in good terms with you. It’s always better that way”.

Eddie forced himself to stand straight. He bent his back and heard a crack. He turned his neck swiftly to the left and another crack was heard.

Sylvester laughed at him. His friend was growing older by the minute but still wandered about with his goats. Fed his chickens daily and looked after his skunks like children.

Sylvester felt lucky to have a son, unlike Eddie who had only five daughters. Sylvester felt it was also a good thing his nieces were around to help with the farm animals.

But they weren’t to stay around forever. They had to get married so he’ll get some marriage gifts from their husbands.

It’ll be good for his business. And a compensation for all the parenting role he was forced to play on those wild girls .

Maybe he’d try gently coaxing them to get married. And he’d start with the youngest.

Wherever they are now would surely not be comfortable. They’d want to return home but would be too stubborn to.

He’d just promise them time to think of what they really want. It had to be in line with marriage. He really needed those marriage gifts for his farm business.

“I guess I’d try your idea. Things should end well. Incase along the line I’d still need something from them” Sylvester cleared his throat. Eddie smiled whilst trying to exercise his hip bones.

“Take it easy or you’ll split in half” Sylvester joked and the two old men laughed.