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The Luna With A Wolf

Hello, my name is Katrina, and my family has to take me to another pack since I don't have a wolf. Whose current alpha murdered his own father to become alpha. My new life began in a foreign place, and despite initial challenges with Nina-who was emotionally invested in the alpha-I eventually triumphed. The alpha's wolf found out one day that I didn't have a wolf despite my best attempts to hide the fact. Instead of treating me with disgust, striking me, or throwing me out, Alpha Antony lavished me with love and care. After a lot of hardship, I made the transformation and became the true Luna with a wolf .
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Chapter 9

"If you think we have anything to conceal, then why did you allow my family become a member of your pack?" My shoulders slump as I realize that questioning him was really disrespectful on my part.

"I chose two of the most fearsome fighters in all of Alpha Nkosi," he says. My head shakes and I nervously bite my bottom lip.

"It will be interesting to find out what, precisely, you are capable of given your heritage," He says as I groan under his next sentence.

I don't see why being of Beta blood means I have to be flawless. Just let me be a normal she-wolf, please.

"What if I completely failed to live up to expectations? " I ask.

"You've got Beta blood, and your mother is one hell of a fighter. " Given this, I can't help but wonder what his reaction would be if he learned my deepest, darkest secret.

"Could I perhaps ask a question?" In the midst of Antony's undivided attention, he poses the question.

"So, what is it, exactly? "I ask.

"Have you met your mate yet?"

"No, I'm not eighteen yet. "

"You didn't say, but I assume you wanted to explain why your family moved. "My chest tightens as He reassures me that sharing the truth won't hurt me. It makes me feel sick to my stomach and causes me to sweat profusely just thinking about it.

"You seem really frightened, why is that? "

"Could I possibly leave this place?"

Alpha reaches across the table toward me as if to grab my hand.

"So, you can finally spill the beans, huh? "

"What my parents told you is true, that's what. "

I leave the room as soon as I hear him say, "You may go, Katrina, but I will be speaking with you again."

Alpha Antony's pov

As I saw my mate go, it hit me for the first time that she had left. I was intrigued by the notion that she and her family members were keeping something from me. Maybe I would have given them more serious thought before accepting them into the pack if she weren't my mate.

Something wasn't right, as they suddenly abandoned the strong pack.

Surprising as the request was, it never occurred to me that I could steal them from Nkosi. The opportunity to put an end to the rivalry that had been going on between our packs for many decades was too excellent to pass up.

Both Philip and his wife Dianna had high positions in the pack, so it came as a shock to learn that they had never publicly acknowledged having children. Something didn't quite seem right about her, despite the fact that she came from a prestigious family and had a powerful scent.

Mathew came in from the backdoor, he had been overserving all this since I told him so and wanted him to find out what strange about this girl.

"She is your mate, right?"

I sigh, no point lying to him, he knows me better than I know myself half the time.

"Now, tell me precisely what it is that you have planned to accomplish? Do you intend to maintain her current schedule of detentions?" His eyes return to mine with a look of inquiry.

"I want some time to spend on my own with her. "

"I'm confused as to why you didn't bother to ask her parents directly,"

"It's because I don't want to upset her parents. They are really important to her. I caution him, telling him that if I start a dispute with them, she would despise me, "So, what are our next steps?"

I am at a complete loss for words right now.

"In all honesty, I don't know how to avoid seeming like a total freak if I ever find myself in her company. "Mathew seemed thoughtful for a split second.

"Is tomorrow a good time? " His shoulders shrug, and he speaks.

"There will be a pack run every Friday after school. The younger members of the pack tend to hang around in the packhouse rather than go out. "

"I let them off the hook for the first week."

"You're the alpha. Tell them you're checking up on her to see how she gets along with the rest of the pack. "

"Well, 'm going to go see her out on the field,' I tell him. " Mathew nods and gets to his feet.

"Have you decided to show up"? When I ask, he cracks a wry grin.

"You've done something terrible. "

"Oh, it's nothing, but Tina's been annoying me, so I've teamed her up with Katrina for some training. " When I look at him, I feel angry.

"Are you trying to provoke me on purpose? "

I could never risk having Tina come anywhere near my mate. Her apparent antipathy towards Katrina was compounded by her attraction with me. One of Tina's numerous advantages is that she has received excellent training.

Katrina is a fiery person, no doubt about it. Mathew tells, "She will get what it takes."

"You best hope so because if she gets wounded, you will be dead."

"Her mother was a great fighter, while her father was a Beta. No need to worry about that at all. "

I've been witness to Tina's training sessions with the crew, and I can attest to the fact that she does not fight fairly. Even in her state, I knew my mate could take care of herself. Given her amazing power and stamina, it would be interesting to see how she shifted as a wolf. It was exciting for me to finally meet her wolf.

To avoid being found, I concealed among the spectator areas. I found Mathew's decision to pair them up to be really peculiar. As Dianna walks toward the playground, she seems to be talking to her daughter. Katrina seemed quite ill and was sweating heavily.

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