Filed to story: The Luna Mated to Triplet Alphas Novel
Calix
I was afraid for my goddess. I was grateful for what April and June had done for Chasity, but that didn’t absolve them of all guilt. They had risked their lives standing up to that bodysnatcher. In doing so, they had given Chasity time to find her parents, and they had given my brothers and I time to get to her. Chasity was pregnant so I owed them twice as much. No, four times as much, since she was pregnant with triplets. Four members of my future family were safeguarded by them.
However, those were-fox girls had been part of the problem in the first place. They would have known what their leader intended to do. Even if they hadn’t known specific details, they would have at least had an inkling of what could have befallen Chasity. They could’ve reported the kidnapping anonymously before the supermodel imposter had been this close to hurting my one and only and our unborn babies.
Reducing their sentences as accessories to my Luna’s kidnapping was reasonable. Even pardoning them altogether was repayment enough. Befriending them and adding them to the bridal party was way too lenient. They should feel lucky to even get an invite to our wedding. I felt especially panicked and suspicious about the whole thing after finding out there was a chance that the head bodysnatcher could be at large. Sure, it was a slim chance, but it was still a possibility.
“Alex said that if the were-fox got back to her original body in time, she could be alive somewhere,” I said with a sigh, sharing my concerns with my Mom.
Mom frowned. She twisted her mouth to one side as she pondered on our predicament. She had been trying to be more sensitive towards Chasity’s plight after we had had a heart-to-heart in which I had shared my plans for the future. All of these future plans involved Chasity ruling at my side, so Mom cultivating a relationship with Chasity was nonnegotiable for me.
“We don’t even know the exact time limit for getting back to your body!” I added. “What if it’s like three days or something?!” I guesstimated worriedly.
A chill crept down my spine at the very thought of that villainess being alive and well, plotting her revenge on my little goddess.
“I really doubt the time limit for returning her consciousness to her body could be that long. Also, wouldn’t the body starve or become dehydrated while the were-fox was in her new body? Wouldn’t her old body wither away long before she tried switching again? Who says she even has an old living body to go back to?” Wondered Mom.
“Alex hypothesized that the old bodies are probably kept somewhere safe on drips and hooked up to a respirator or something,” I said, growing more anxious by the minute.
“Alex is right,” said Dad, walking into the bedroom.
I was sitting in an armchair across from Mom, who sat at her vanity, clutching an antique hair brush in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Dad was used to finding me sitting with Mom in their room for one of our talks. He usually gave me a stark look of disappointment, but he had stopped doing that recently. Maybe he was finally seeing me as more of a man instead of a boy. When I was little, I admit I did go crying to Mom a lot. Those days were different. Nowadays, I would ask for her advice instead of just venting or seeking comfort.
“I highly doubt the time limit for returning to your body is anything close to three days,” reiterated Mom, letting the brush glide through her thick hair.
I liked the soft sound of girls brushing their hair. The whoosh of the brush was comforting. I used to watch my Mom get ready at her vanity, and now, I would watch Chasity do the same. Watching my goddess was fascinating enough for me. Alex was the one who felt the need to try to brush her hair. He still hadn’t had much luck in that department. It was honestly kinda funny how peeved he would get every time she refused his help with her hair. I didn’t laugh at him like Felix did though. Alex and I hardly ever teased each other. We both got enough of that from Felix.
“I agree with Alex. Her original body probably wasn’t far away enough to require a long time limit,” Countered Dad, standing behind Mom. “If she were smart, she’d keep her original body close by and relatively healthy!”
“Perhaps,” said Mom, nodding absentmindedly.
Mom wasn’t as worried as I would have liked her to be. I knew she was actively trying to be more involved with all things Chasity, but I kinda wished she had more natural love for Chasity. Chasity was so easy to love in my (albeit biased) opinion. My wolf and I couldn’t comprehend how Mom could struggle to love someone so lovable. How could the two most beautiful women, inside and out, not get along? They probably had so much in common.
“The supermodel snatcher had more than enough time and resources to figure out the logistics,” said Dad. “I’m glad you’re being realistic about the threat she still poses if she’s alive. A good Alpha anticipates potential dangers and puts measures in place before the dangers are actually upon us,” explained Dad. “Prevention is the best remedy!” Said Dad encouragingly.
I nodded, smiling slightly because Dad was actually commending me for once.
He hardly ever did that with me. Mom beamed, clearly happy for me. She knew Dad’s praise meant a lot to me because it was hard to come by. I was much closer to Mom but her praise wasn’t really a good indicator of if I was doing a good job or not. Mom still kept the macaroni necklaces I used to make for her in kindergarten in the same display case as the million-dollar diamonds Dad had purchased for her. Maybe that was partially why I irked Dad so much.
“It pisses me off that the snatcher didn’t even really need a body to live forever. Were-foxes are immortal too, aren’t they?” I grumbled.
“Yes, in a way of speaking, but they age like humans do,” added Mom quickly.
She said the word age like it was the most horrifying of fates.
“And that’s reason enough to kidnap young people and steal their bodies?” I said incredulously. “Just so you can look youthful?” I said, annoyed.
“Well, I would never do a thing like that,” responded Mom indignantly, clutching her hand to her chest.
“I don’t mean you, Mom. I know you wouldn’t,” I said, backtracking quickly.
“Yes, she would,” chuckled Dad.
Mom blanched.
“Excuse you!” She responded, glaring at Dad.
His grin slipped off of his face as quickly as it had formed.
“I just mean…I know you enjoy having a youthful appearance. If we had to look our age with these grown boys of ours, we’d be greying and wrinkling already,” joked Dad awkwardly.
Mom stared at her own reflection, probably trying to picture herself with wrinkles and white hair.
“You two aren’t that old,” I disagreed.
Dad was acting like they were senior citizens.
“Middle-aged humans and were-foxes have flecks of grey in their hair,” said Dad, tugging on a strand of Mom’s hair.
“There’s dye for that, if it bothers you so much,” I said dismissively. “Stealing another person’s youth is despicable,” I said firmly.
“Look at you disagreeing with your parents,” said Dad proudly.
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