The Alphas Secret Luna

Layla I laid awake in my bed with my younger sister Ophelia hugged up close to me. My back is still burning from the whipping I'd gotten today, but at least I saved her from the punishment. Opey is only 10 years old. She hadn't meant to break the Luna's vase. No, she shouldn't have been running through the packhouse, but it was an accident. I had tried to clean up the mess before anyone saw it, but I'd gotten caught. So I'd told my uncle Alpha Greg Smith that I had broken the vase. He'd drug me by my hair through the packhouse and out the back door to what he called the whipping tree. Which he promptly tied me to. I had told Opey to stay in the house, but she'd followed us anyway. She had gotten her punishment, after all, in a way. Only hers had been mental, having to watch my uncle with the whip in his hand as he delivered blow after blow. She had cried herself to sleep. I had tried to convince her that if it hadn't been the vase, it would have been something else, and she was

William "We will have a group coming in for the Harris House in a couple of days." My father said, "William, perhaps you should oversee their processing." He suggested. My father has been encouraging me each time I come home to get more involved with pack responsibilities. My mother founded the Harris House for abused and exploited female shifters, after a long battle my parents had with a couple of rouge werebears. Who were enslaving innocent witch's and she-wolf's for their own personal gain. She still holds an active role in its operations. Once they find the Harris House, the shifters are first brought here to the pack hospital. Where Doctor Edwards and her staff do a complete workup on them to assess and treat any health issues they may have. Once they are medically cleared, they are placed into one of the 5 safe houses my mother converted from strip clubs to house them. They can stay as long as they need to so long as they can pass monthly drug screenings, and they abid

Layla I thanked Maribelle for showing me where the grits were kept, and then we went back to work. The other Omegas exchanged knowing glances but didn't say anything. Once all the warriors had been fed, I made a bowl of eggs and bacon for Opey and headed back outside to the cellar entrance. I shuttered as I did so. It still pissed me off to no end even after 3 years that the cellar was where we were forced to reside. It was cold, dark, and damp and no place for a little girl to live. Mekia was right. We were Alpha females. And we didn't deserve this. Our only crime was being orphaned by our parents. And we couldn't do anything about that. I gave the food to Opey. After speaking with her a few minutes. I headed back towards the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies, I would need to clean my uncle's office. Of course, I wasn't allowed to use a mop and bucket. I had to scrub the floors with a brush on my hands and knees. I was even more thankful for Maribelle's assistance once

William and Wyatt After our run, I returned to my father's office to go over some reports he wanted us to look at together. It had felt good to let Luke, my wolf, out for a while. That is another thing we miss living in the human world. It isn't easy finding a safe place for him to run in the city, and Luke deserves to have that freedom. He is an Alpha male. I know it's hard on him being caged up inside of me all the time. We were setting across the desk from one another going through the flies. I was using my mind to turn the pages, another thing I couldn't do at the university. My father looked at me and chuckled at my antics. While he had to use his fingers to flip his pages. I returned his smile as I turned another page with a slight squint of my eye. "Looks like we are doing pretty well pop," I said to him as I finished the report I'd been reading. "Our stock is up, investments steady, sales are in the black. I got to hand it to you. You're one hell of a businessman." "W

Layla Opey and I had reached the bus station with no problems. I'd had enough money left over after buying our tickets that I was able to get Opey some food. We were sitting on a bench in the lobby of the station waiting to get on the bus while Opey finished her fries. "Are you sure you don't want some?" She asked me. "I know you are hungry too. I can hear your stomach growling." I took the frie she was offering me and popped it in my mouth, smiling at her. "We will be there by tomorrow." I told her. "Where is 'there'?" She asked me. "I told you, Opey, it's a home, a place for werewolves like us that don't have one." "I am scared, Layla." "I am too." I said, taking another french fry out of the pack. "But it can't be any worse than where we just came from. I am not going to let anything happen to you." "Who is going to make sure nothing happens to you?" She asked me. I only wish I had someone who cared if I was good or not. Since our parents died, I have been solely