Alpha's Blind Luna



I had taken Gale's advice up. After finishing my business with her, I headed to the vampire archives. It turned out that there were so many that it took several months just to go all of them. The issue was, none of them had the information I was looking for. I knew from what Vale had actually told me, one of the Alpha Kings ran across experiments done by vampires but there wasn't even record of that. Somehow though, there was a record of six Vampire kings previous and even single one of his nightly sex routine he had with woman and men of all races.

Finally, after months, I broke down and called Morgan. At the very least he could point me in the right direction if I gave him a little bit of information. He did, which helped narrow my search down a bit and I found what I was looking for but not really. It went into the specifics of how the experiments were done but not that they had ever been successful and definitely not the after effects of one who had gone through them.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Feeling hopeless, I spent some time in one of Morgan's offshoots to his mafia crew. They were surprisingly relaxed when it came to a werewolf in their midst but it was there that these vampire tendencies started to shine. I accidentally mistook blood for wine and felt myself savoring it instead of being revolted by it. I also started feeling more comfortable on their schedule, not really sleeping much. It was like I was going through puberty again and it was scary without any guidance.

Morgan pulled me aside, saying that his boys were giving him updates and that I was freaking them out. Finally, I spilled most of what was going on. That I had no idea what I was doing and I was well and truly afraid. Afraid that I was turning into a vampire and losing my werewolf side. He listened to me completely unload about the past years of issues without saying anything. Once I was done, he said he knew someone that would be able to help me. That would have the knowledge I was seeking.

That's how I ended up in the car with Morgan now. We had been mostly quiet, with Morgan thrumming against the steering wheel to music that was in a language I couldn't identify. Staring out the window, I wondered if this really was the only choice. Morgan did say there was someone who would know about being part vampire but how many could there actually be? Was he just taking us to an ex-vampire researcher? Could I even trust them?

'You need to trust Morgan.' Rydere chimed in.

'Yeah yeah.' I sighed heavily.

"Everything alright?" Morgan asked, looking at me.

My eyes widened. "Sorry. Didn't realize...I was talking to Rydere."

Morgan chuckled. "How odd it must be to have another entity in your mind. I mean, I know it's normal for you guys. But it's still an odd concept to wrap your head around. Basically two souls connected to one body."

I cocked my head to the side. "I guess? It's probably the best way to describe it. Since one soul can actually die leaving the other." "Has a wolf taken over in full after their human side died?"

My eyes narrowed for a moment. "Yes and no. Yes because it has happened. But no because you're probably thinking a wolf staying in human form and living like a human. That doesn't happen. Usually there is a final shift and then they don't go back to human."

Morgan thrummed again on the steering wheel. "It seems I will be proving you wrong in multiple ways todays."

My eyes widened and I looked back at the empty road ahead of us. It was a country road and the houses spanned miles between each other. Morgan's words bounced around in my head.

'I mean, there could potentially be a wolf who chooses to stay in human form.' Rydere mused. 'It just would be very odd. They could have also lost their ability to shift.'

'Then wouldn't they just...'

Rydere tsked. 'Don't finished that sentence, Hector. Not all of us have a death wish. Especially if a wolf doesn't have a relationship with their counterpart, why should we as a wolf suffer? Hell, I'm sure Cato has that feeling right now.'

I winced. 'Stop, Rydere. I don't want to talk about...'

'Auri? Our mate? Our love? You've been running all these years! I want our mate! I don't understand why you ran! Why after all these years of wanting her, loving her, you choose to run away!'

Growling, I balled up my fist. 'Because she was forced. Forced to mate us. To have sex with us. We are no better than those fucking vampires who raped her. We raped her, Rydere! She was forced to be with us! How can you still want to look at her and not feel the same fucking pain I do?'

Rydere growled back. 'She already forgave us. She already talked to us about it. Accepted us! We could feel her love for us. You chose to ignore that and leave her alone after she took care of us through our heat. Left her in a foreign country! Alone! After years of trying to find her!'

My mouth thinned and I turned back

to look at the rolling hills. The hills were only interrupted by an old forest that darkened the horizon. This was a usual argument. Hell, Rydere had taken over forcefully for days at a time and searched for her. But he wasn't able to find her. For a while it was easy to follow the destruction, the labs being exploded all over the world. But it had been two years since the last destruction notice. Three years since I left her in the hotel room. Three hellish years of losing my mind without my mate, fighting with my wolf, while trying to wrap my mind over the fucked up things we had gone through. What she had gone through.

"Seems like a serious discussion."

I looked over at Morgan. He was looking at me worriedly. Shaking my head, I relaxed my fists. "It's nothing. Sometimes, both souls don't see eye to

eye."

He chuckled. "I would almost be worried if two souls had the exact same view. How would you be better? How would you grow if you didn't have

someone who was different from you? Good or bad."

As I nodded, I let my eyes fall. Grateful that Morgan didn't ask what it was about. Especially with him, Auri was a touchy subject. I know he had basically ignored any and all of her for the past couple years Literally exiting the room whenever Vale brought her up. Ezekiel wouldn't be so dramatic but you could see the look in his eye, the guilt was still eating at him. He still felt

responsible for what happened to her. Vale was still so angry she never visited or came back.

He had stepped up to work with the wolves more now, bringing the Alpha's together under his rule. Vale

was truly the Alpha King now. I heard a couple months ago the talks between the kings and the mother witch went better than anyone thought Compromises had to made but nothing too shocking. Vale

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handed down his first real act as king to the Alpha's of the packs. When asked though, he said he would still hold his own mother accountable for killing one of her own kind. How could he be considered a wise king if he didn't judge all under the same laws? I hadn't told anyone about the fact that she had been built to be the King Killer. It wasn't my place. So much of what I knew wasn't my place to tell.

Even with Morgan, I hid the fact that we were mates. Managed to always be able to hide Auri's mark on my shoulder or wouldn't answer questions about it when asked. Now, it was more 'why I was looking younger?' and 'Why the lines in my face were disappearing and my body was nearly as it was twenty years ago?' My grey strips of my hair still hadn't receded but I hadn't gain any new ones.

"We are almost there." Morgan pointed ahead.

Far off in the distance there was a large house abutting the forest. It was covered in flowers and vines; like the earth was trying to reclaim it. It has a stone border that stretched around the house, also covered in flowers. It was low and didn't hide the extensive garden in the front of the house. It looked almost like a secrecy garden.

"There are...a lot of kids. Just as a heads up. All but one, I think, that are mixed. Like you."

My interest was piqued. "How many?"

"Nine."

I coughed. “Nine?! How many adults?"

Morgan looked at me and smiled. “One. Single parent to nine kiddos who are all in special circumstances. Just like you. It's why I would call them an

expert."

Leaning forward, I started at the house. Goddess, nine or at least eight who were multiple races. Not just part human but supernatural. I could finally

get some answers. Some better information. Maybe some peace that I wasn't completely turning. Or knowledge that I was and it was only a matter of time. Something I would just need to accept.

Morgan pulled down the driveway and just parked in the road. Looking around, I realized there was no vehicle in sight.

"They aren't here?"

Shaking his head, he unbuckled. "They don't own a vehicle. It would be silly when you would have to fit ten people in. That size would never fit on

these roads."

Opening up the door, Morgan slammed it shut and popped the trunk. He pulled out three bags from the trunk and shut it. I got out, staring up at the house. It was impressive. The house reminded me of the old manors in the late 1700s. Looking at the windows, there were plenty of rooms for nine kids. Still, I didn't want to presume and left my duffle in the back seat of the car.

"Morgan!" Multiple cries of children as the front doors flew open.

At least five rushed out, swarming around Morgan who had just managed to open the gate. They jumped up and down, racing around him. They all looked different ages, ranging from three to twelve at least. I walked around the car and up to the wooden gate entrance that lead through the garden

to the front door.

“Papa, what are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you so soon."