The Luna’s Secret - Galatea only

Two years ago

“Bellona enough!” My fathers’ Beta shouts from across the training field. I look up and see Ty has begun making his way to me. Everyone stops training to watch the commotion.

My father looks from Ty to me. Anger radiating off him in waves.

Belle let the boy go. My father mind-links me, and I hear the humour in his voice. “Everyone back to training. NOW!”

At that moment, I knew that he was not angry at me. Instead, he was mad at Ty for not letting us complete our training.

Micca is laid face down underneath me, with his arm pinned against his back, and me straddling his hips, he has nowhere to run. I can see the shock and maybe a little terror written on his face. Micca is your typical eighteen-year-old male, 2m tall, biceps as big as logs. Broad chest with wide shoulders, abs and a v-line that have all the she-wolfs drooling. His black hair plastered with sweat to his forehead and the most beautiful hazel-eyes looking at me through full lashes.

A lock of my white hair falls from my ponytail tickling Micca’s face. “Submit to me Mic, and I will let you go,” I say defiantly looking up at Ty whose made it across the field and now standing in from of us.

I will submit any way you want me to Belle. Mic looks up at me grinning, terror now replaced with amusement. Ignoring him, I continue my staring contest with his father.

“Belle let him go he has lost the fight, no need to humiliate the poor boy any further.” My father says, amused.

Keeping my eyes trained on Ty, I smirk at his comment. “Sorry Alpha, but we both know he needs to submit first. He will learn nothing if I just let him go, and I need my Beta strong. As strong as I am, if I am going to trust him with the lives of my pack members.”

“I submit, Bellona. Just let go before you break my arm.” Mic chuckles. I look away from Ty, to grin down at Mic. Letting go of his arm, I stand up and reach out my hand to help him stand. He takes my hand without hesitation, smiling softly at me.

“You will be an amazing Alpha, my sweet child. Ty, I expect you to train Micca harder, he is a year older than Bellona. And yet she can take him down. She made herself clear today, Micca will be the next Beta.” Father says roughly.

“BELLE!” I hear mothers singsong voice calls from the houses back porch. Scanning the training field. Her golden-brown orbs flickering from wolf to wolf, her eyes finally land on me, skipping down the steps as she makes her way to me.

“That is my cue to leave, Ty, Micca, come we have matters to discuss.” My father starts to walk away, Ty following close behind. Micca looks at me, hesitating before winking at me, running after the Alpha and Beta.

“Beeeelllle my darling, I have been looking for you everywhere. Come we need to discuss your eighteenth celebration; all the Alphas and Lunas will be here. Let us not forget the handsome unmated Alphas will be here too. You need to tell me whom you would like to invite. We must invite your friends; this is for you, after all. You can go back to training when we are finished. I promise my darling.” My mother smiles at me softly tucking a white lock behind my ear.