Filed to story: The Luna Mated to Triplet Alphas Novel
The waitress scurried off to retrieve the menu. She did not readily return.
“I wanted tea,” mumbled Chance, unfettered by my feuding brothers, as he calmly browsed through his menu.
His face suddenly lit up.
“Oooh! Chocolate chip pancakes!” Said Chance, smiling.
Felix looked close to tears. Thankfully, our coffee arrived at that moment. The waitress moved at such a rapid speed that by the time the tray touched the table she had already made it across the room, far away from us. She had even left an entire pot of hot coffee with our five filled cups so she wouldn’t have to return to our booth soon.
“You’ve upset Marsha,” I complained while Danny started sipping his cup of coffee.
The P.I. didn’t add any milk or sugar.
“How do you know her name?” Asked Alex, averaging his only addition to his morning coffee, an eighth cup of milk.
I didn’t. I just went with Marsha. The alien with the big hair had been a Martian.
“Do you think all waitresses are named Marsha?” Asked Felix snidely, thinking of the Winter Moon Snack restaurant.
“Actually, that waitress is named Martha with a T not Marsha,” recalled Alex.
“Actually, I don’t give a flying f**k,” retorted Felix as he poured sugar only into his coffee.
I was the only one besides Chasity to use sugar and milk though not as much as she did. I smiled to myself, picturing her tasting her coffee after each spoonful of sugar and making a face if it wasn’t ridiculously sweet. Danny was filling up his now empty cup, eager for more bland coffee.
“Yeah, we all know you don’t care about getting people’s names right,” hissed Alex. “Not even Chasity’s.”
Felix had been the one to start the trend of calling her Charity with an R instead of Chasity with an S but he was truly sorry for it. He looked hurt by that quip.
“What do you mean?” Asked Chance.
My brothers and I stiffened. Danny saved us from having to explain.
“Let’s get on with your theory, Chance,” said Danny in his business-like manner.
Chance nodded, a gleam in his eye.
“Doppelgängers,” he blurted out, gesturing by balling his hands into fists and then opening them with his palms facing us.
We just stared at him. He spread his fi**gers a bit wider and wiggled them as though that would make his revelation hit home. Danny downed his second cup of coffee and poured himself a new one. Felix’s exp**ssion was impassive. I glanced at Alex wondering what he was thinking.
Alex
Doppelgängers?! Was he insinuating Deidre was a victim of identity theft? Chance thought the real Deidre was dead. If she was seen at two different places at once and was supposed to be dead, that meant she had two imposters. What were the chances?
“Doppelgängers!” Chance repeated. “Lookalikes!” He clarified as though he thought our vocabulary was lacking.
We were silent.
“Celebrity doppelgängers?” Chance prompted, still waiting for some kind of eureka moment from us.
Danny was focused on his caffeine addiction and my younger brothers looked bemused.
“You’re not making any sense. Explain what you’re talking about,” I demanded, furrowing my brow.
Chance began explaining the definition of doppelgänger to our annoyance.
“A doppelgänger is a lookalike, a double of a person…”
“Look who you’re talking to!” Barked Felix, gesturing towards me, Calix and himself in case Chance hadn’t realised we were identical.
“We know what doppelgängers are. We get what you mean by lookalikes but so what?” Questioned Felix.
Calix tried to follow Chance’s thinking.
“Ok, so the retired supermodel who may or may not be dead has a doppelgänger!” Exclaimed Calix.
“Almost,” said Danny, chiming in suddenly. “Deidre is dead! Chance saw her body and I trust him. The first doppelgänger of Deidre, the first lookalike would be the one who went on to become a famous supermodel after the real Deidre died or rather was murdered.”
“Good, ok,” said Alex, complimenting Danny’s logic.
“So there’s a third one then, since you have a pic showing one Deidre at the party we all went to with…Chasity,” said Felix, letting out a deep sigh.
He didn’t look so good. He was pale and he had dark circles under his eyes. None of us had been sleeping.
“And you also have a pic showing Deidre at some bar, the Serpent’s t***ue, around the same time,” continued Felix.
“So like us, there’s at least three identical people,” surmised Calix. “But, one of them is dead and they’re all claiming to be the same person. Correct me if I’m wrong but the doppelgängers were probably made after Deidre’s death. Her death was probably a requirement, a prerequisite to be able to go ahead and make other Deidre’s to take her spot. You can’t replace a position that’s filled.”
Calix had come to the same conclusion I had. There had to be three women involved in total, three Deidres, including the allegedly deceased original and two carbon copies. I smiled at my youngest brother.
“Look at Baby Boy Calix, figuring shit out,” said Felix proudly, clapping Calix on the back.
Someone had stolen Deidre’s life completely.
“Someone killed Deidre and took over her life, continued on living as her. Realised all her potential, became a supermodel. The person even took her life’s dream,” I said, feeling sorry for her.
“That’s sad,” whispered Felix. “The Deidre doppelgänger is better at her life than she was.”
“Well, that might be because the doppelgänger is obviously superhuman in some way,” concluded Calix.
We were already superhuman though and so was Deidre. We were werewolves!
“Deidre was already a she-wolf,” I said indignantly. “The doppelgänger has to be using either incredible technology or magic. My bet is on magic. I wouldn’t put anything past a witch!”
I didn’t trust witches. I didn’t hate them. I was even related to one by marriage but I didn’t trust them. I also didn’t really blame them for using magic to manipulate situations. Expecting them to forgo using their witchcraft to gain the upper hand was like telling us wolves to avoid using our super strength and speed. I wondered if we should call our cousin-in-law, Luna Jamie.
“Don’t hate on witches,” chastised Felix, defending them. “Our cousin, Jessie, married one. She made a great Luna. She’s kinda hot too,” noted Felix.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Felix had a hard time believing hotness wasn’t exactly a marker of goodness. That being said, Jamie actually did seem like a good person.
“I like Jamie. She gave me a snow globe that changes season so when I shake it up, it’s snowflakes for winter, flowers for spring and leaves for fall,” said Calix with a grin.
“You’re missing one,” Felix pointed out.
“In summer, there’s nothing, it’s just empty,” revealed Calix.
What?
“Now, that is sad!” Said Felix.
“Focus!” I commanded, redirecting their attention.
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