One Luna Five Alpha's

One Luna Five Alpha's

Meg Elly Gerena

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Five sons of different Alphas grow up knowing nothing about their fathers until a reunion to meet the Alphas is brought up to the elder's council. Yolanda had finally met her mate, engaged to be married, and went to the reunion as future Luna to her mate's pack. Only to be met with all five Alphas, accompanied by their children who resemble their fathers. What will happen if the kids don't want their dads to try and get her back? And the engagement is put on hold by order of the council?

One Luna Five Alpha's Chapter 1 1. The punch line

She said her kids have ADHD... My smart ass said, "All different daddies" Now I'm blocked. And by blocked, I mean blocked by my old best friend, Omega. That's how my life started; it was the most surrealist thing; I never thought my life would be what it is now. It all started with me being a warrior's daughter, never having an issue with the pack, and being regarded as a cute omega. My mother was a warrior, too, but I wasn't yet. My biggest problem was I found men in the pack quite quickly.

For that day, in the morning, I was in my PE clothes; everyone had to wear one baggy shirt and nothing under because we needed to fight our enemies without clothes. We need to make sure our sexual desires are in check when in battle; the focus is required for a win in war. I'm in high school; next week, I graduate, and it's the full moon, which means I get to welcome my wolf; it's been lonely being the eldest daughter but the most minor of the bunch.

My sister is the opposite of me; I'm 5 feet flat, 6 feet, and she has strength, while I'm good at a strategy when in combat. Everyone goes for the Alpha of the pack. It's too cliche if you know what I mean. I say this because I'm looking at my opponent; who is the next Gamma? What is it with these guys who are of higher rank? They think they have it all made.

Knowing this is just another boy play, I take my stand, "start," I hear the Alpha shout; he always comes to this training; recently, after a new girl had been moved from his uncle's pack, he hasn't been away from the school grounds.

The Gamma, Rowan, is a cute guy with fair skin, Ute brown hair, and lovely brown eyes. He is slim but fit and towers over me like my sister at 6 feet; what is it with prominent people? I move to land a hit, and when he takes the foot, I move forward; pulling me in, I jump on my free foot to land my hot on his chest, and he lets go of my foot to which I side to hit his face, making him fall after hearing a small crack.

"You broke my tooth!" He muffled a scream at me; I snickered; that'll teach you, Gamma boy. Snickering, I heard the Alpha speak beside us. "Go to the medic, Yolanda. I'm your opponent." I gulped; the Alpha of our pack had to kill his dad because of how evil their wolves were towards them.

The gym wasn't entirely inside the school. It was all over the place, around the school; inside, the teachers remained roaming the school, reminding the students to practice their training without fear of being hands-on since the school is one floor, it's big enough to accommodate all the werewolves.

Humans live amongst us, but we hide from them in our areas, deep in the center of the dangerous regions, the woods, the areas where the dead live, and so many other places. We hide best when we are in wolf, as a kid I was out in a human school like anyone else from my pack, that way I learned everything I needed to survive in the world.

Thinking about how humans react to things like being attacked reminded me that even if I'm considered human, every year that passes, my body goes through changes; those changes are my key to overcoming this fight with my Alpha, and when it ever happens that our pack goes under attack, waiting for the first punch he hits me with his foot instead. I go, laying flat on my back, grunting at my Alpha, who says, "Using your technique can be a weapon our enemy uses. Never doubt to change your strategy, Yolanda," I close my eyes, knowing he was right.

He laughs at my reaction, Alpha Aryn sure is a hunk, he has a build of a muscle builder, and his entire complexion fools anyone who does t know he is my age. He was always good to everyone including me, I am sadly one of those idiots who falls hard for a young Alpha. My wolf at the time was a horny girl, well she still is but in my honesty who the fuck can blame us?

Anywho, fast forward, I got knocked up at age 18; I had my first pup with the young Alpha Aryn; he denied he slept with me, rejected the pup was his, and his father lost all his cool and made me with my pup at the time rogues, said we would sabotage his plans. After this, I learned he had put a bounty on my pup; some in-laws don't deserve the titles they are blessed with. My parents couldn't move with me, but they did make sure I had a way to the money they kept saving for their grand pup; I changed my name and never told Alpha Aryn the pup's name.

Recapping: I have five pups; in the werewolf community, she-wolves get pregnant on each heat and give birth after two months. However, my pups aren't of low rank, and all five are from Alphas. Every last one of them, I was accepted over, and over again into four more packs, but as soon as I got knocked up I ran away, why is it that Alpha wolf cock is so good? I'm going to have to either tie my tubs or go to an A A A meeting but for sex. My entire life was ruined ever since the first time it ever happened, I try every day to not think about this.

I love all of my pups, but I hate how it took to have them; as to how they got here, I have no idea how to make things better. I know this six-pack needs to happen; my pups are all different ages, and my oldest, Andy, is around the age I had him. The youngest is fourteen years old, so I'm praying like a mad woman to the moon goddess to help me, signing my sons in their school when my nose takes in the most intoxicating aroma of peaches with sunflower, 'mate' my wolf spoke for the first time in five years, "fuck," was the only word that I said as I knew he wouldn't want me.

I'm more than aware he will reject me on the spot after seeing my big family, when I heard the sexiest voice of a young mature man, "Mate," I turned to be faced with the Alpha of my new home, my heart was sinking, he doesn't want me, who would want a used up omega warrior. "Yes, and these are my son's," I spoke flat out the truth; if he wished to me, he would also accept my pups. I will not allow this to happen to me; waiting for him to reject me, he asks my pups, "Will you five allow me to be with your mother? I intend to mark your mother permanently to have her repeat her indirect words toward her mate. It seems I need to give her more love than I thought. Only the goddess knows how much I love for challenges," he was a dominant Alpha; a well-respected Alpha is always strong, and this Alpha was no exception. Still, my sons had their answer that made my heart swell, "we don't appreciate you treating our mother like a piece of meat," my baby pup.

Xander spoke with authority, and right after Alpha Edwuard heard my pup, his chest raised in pride, "That is more than respected; you right. Your mother is a fine woman to have been raising all five fine young Alphas; apologies are in order, first and foremost to you, my mate. Can I know the name of my perfect mate?" He asked, raspy as I felt my insides get warm, fuck was I losing this arousal battle, "Yolanda, my Alpha," he growled in acceptance; his growl was smooth. It made me feel he was alright with me, but it was always easy for me to fall for a male; he said something that took my curiosity, "Alpha Edwuard, how did you know my pups are of Alpha blood?" He smiled at me then explained, "they have strong auras, alphas have strong auras from birth it's how we can identify our pups faster. I'm not lying to you when I say I'm a proud Alpha to know my mate's offspring are of strong blood. Will it be possible to meet alone for an intimate dinner?" He asked me. I looked at my pups for guidance; I didn't want to do a single thing to upset my puppies.

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