The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

(At the outskirts of Galdrish)

Timothy couldn’t stand these old people party that his father was throwing. What happened to buying a bigger house and bigger farms?

Two older ladies walked into the house and began laughing seeing older men bursting moves at the dance floor.

“Father, this is getting out of hand. Not even the village chief would throw such parties” Timothy yelled at his old man.

Sylvester jives to the music, watching his friends dancing, “The Chief doesn’t have the money I have, that’s why”.

Timothy clenched his fists, grabbing his father’s shirt. Sylvester tried breaking off but couldn’t.

“You sold my cousins to some random man for money. Don’t think the money should be wasted like that!” he stated

“What else to use it for? You don’t want to get married to give me grandkids to spend on. Why don’t I use it on my friends huh?” Sylvester tore his hands away from his shirt. What kind of monster was he raising?

Timothy dashed out of the house in frustration. He picked his arrows and basket and stomped to the market. Trading some of his arrow heads and meat for money, he went into a bar.

“Tim! My boy. How’s the catch today?” the bartender cheered at him. He smiled, “Good”.

A glass of milk was given to him, he sighed sitting down, “Why don’t you ever go to my father’s parties?” he asked the bartender.

“Nah, that’s for idle old people. I have work. Also, I’m not that old” the man chuckled.

“Oh well. My father thinks he’s old. And I’m also to old to stay single. My life is living hell, right now” Timothy drank the last drop from his glass.

“Your dad is just in late forties. And you’re only twenty-two. How’s that old? If he had let you marry that girl, that year, he’d be happier”.

The bartender attempted pouring another glass of milk for Timothy but he refused. He needed alcohol to clear his head but it wasn’t advisable.

If he had gotten married to the girl of his dreams then, his father would have had all the grandkids he wanted.

But his father had been greedy wanting his only son to marry the Chief’s daughter. Like he had the right to his son’s happiness.

The Chief’s daughter was already betrothed to someone else and not even his father’s embarrassing pleas could stop it.

And then his dream girl ran away. People said Sarah was taken away actually. Evelyn had told him it was by a wolfman.

He didn’t know what to believe but he was sure he had lost her. And it was thanks to his father. Who was looking for grandkids now.

“Why not hunt again? It clears the mind. The forest is a good place to relax. It’s quiet, dangerous but really quiet” the man suggested.

He was packing up his things to call it a day.

“I am actually thinking if going away from here. To somewhere new” Timothy replied. The man looked up at him with a sad expression.

“I’ve thought of Galdrish or maybe Craitan. I hear of Dark Dynasty Kingdom far away but they sound like trouble” he sighed.

He ignored the man’s expression and brought out some money from his bag. “I know business isn’t doing it’s best. Manage this for now”.

He got up and made a bow, “Don’t ask me where I’m going. I’d be passing by the forest where my cousins are. I hope I see them there”.

The bartender came out from the bar stand, holding a bottle of mill, “You’d need strength” he said pushing the bottle in his hands.

Timothy smiled, he knew the amount he gave the man wasn’t worth the bottle of milk, “Thank you” he bowed again.

Coming out from the bar, he saw Reuben and his taunt friends. He attempted walking last them but they blocked his way.

This was the same boy that begged for Lydia’s hands in marriage month back. Now the girls are gone. He and his mother had only added his frustration.

“If it isn’t Timothy, cousin and protector of those wild cats” the boy hissed and his friends began laughing.

“Don’t forget you begged me on your knees to marry on of those wild cats” Timothy retorted.

Reuben waved it off, “All planned out. They aren’t worth it. And have you seen my new wife? A full package” he began laughing stupidly.

Timothy cleaned in frustration, he didn’t have time for this. And what family would give out their daughter to a seventeen year old boy.

“Since you are a man. I dare you to drink ten bottles of milk without stop each of you. For this….”.

He brought our one of the silver head arrows in his possession. Highly priced and was a gift from his father, first and last he ever got.

Reuben scoffed, “And you’d really give it to the one who wins?”.

Timothy nodded. He was well aware that the old bartender added some amounts of alcohol to his milk bottles.

If the boy’s take ten bottles each, they be drunk soon as they had low tolerance.

And if any of them did win, at least they would have bought forty bottles of milk from the man. It’s the least he could do to boost the man’s business.

He saw the man smiling at him from his window, “I like the dare. I hope you’re up to the task, boys. I’d hold unto the arrow”.

Reuben smirked, folding his arm sleeves, “Let’s go boys”. Timothy handed the silver head to the bartender and hugged him.

“Be careful and thanks” the man patted him.

Timothy looked back at his village as he was at the entrance of the forest. He saw the orphanage that was situated besides the forest.

They were always the first thing to see when going into the village. Now they were the last thing he was seeing.

The trees still had the mystic feeling they always had when he first walked in to find his cousins.

He looked around and the unknown eyes that seemed to be always watching him wasn’t there. And the birds seemed less natural.

They was obvious tension in the forest. No wonder it was called forbidden forest. It had some much tied to it.

He wasn’t sure where in the forest to find his cousins. If he didn’t see them, he could just continue to Dark Dynasty Kingdom and have a look.

He brought out his arrows when he sensed some movements behind him. A small doe peeked in from the forest, looking at him in the eyes.

“Fearless, huh?” he targeted the doe.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

He was about releasing it when a big grey wolf, thrice the size of normal size of wolves, leaped on him, snarling and growling atop him.