The Twin Alphas Warrior Luna

Lorel’s view I’ve always been a warrior from birth. I was left to freeze by rouge parents and found by the head warrior of Silver Stone Pack, Maximus. Maximus has always said that the moon goddess gave me to him and Olivia to raise and protect for a reason. Olivia having not been able to bare pups was ecstatic when Maximus has brought me home and told her what had happened. Knowing the situation the Alpha immediately consented to have the head warrior and his mate raise me. Maximus, the man I call Dad, never treated me like some delicate flower just because I was a girl. No, he insisted that I be treated as a warrior first and his daughter second. I’m grateful he brought me up as a warrior. At the age of 18, I have fought and won more times than most Alphas in the whole United States and Canada. I’m know as the Warrior Princess by most packs. The warrior tattoos I carry, inked in silver on both my arms, speak for themselves. I’m one of the most decorated warriors in my pack besides my Dad. I’ve traveled all over the country and parts of Canada for warrior tournaments. I started fighting in the tournaments at 15. The Warriors Council had to be persuaded to allow me to fight, not only by my Dad but also my Alpha. It was unheard of for a girl, much less a girl my age, to fight in the tournaments. I was able to prove myself and stun all the Council members. The tournaments take place every year in the spring. The excitement was building amongst the warriors as it did every year. My friends, Beth, Simmon, Joel and I were relaxing on Saturday evening watching tv and waiting for Mom to finish dinner. The extra mouths my have been looked at as a burden to some but at my house the extra mouths to feed were always welcome. Having not had any pups other than me, Mom loved having other kids around. “Dinner is ready”, she called from the kitchen. Beth and I let the boys go first if not it always ended up in a free for all. “Ladies”, Simmon said as Beth and I made out way into the kitchen where they were already sitting at the table with plates heaped up. Simmon had a goofy grin on his face as usual when he was getting a home cooked meal at our table. He is adorable in a cute, puppy dog kind of way. He was staring at me as I took my seat and filled my plate. Everyone knew in a few weeks I’d be turning 18 and would most likely be finding my mate. Beth would turn 18 a few months behind me and she was so jealous. She wanted her mate. I on the other hand could care less and had never given the idea that much thought. Having a mate, depending on which pack he was from, would mean having to give up being a warrior. That was something I never want to consider. I’m lost in thought and must have a dazed expression because just then, while I’m contemplating the whole mate issue, Joel clears his throats, “hmmm, Princess? You gonna eat or sit there?” As it’s normal for warriors to scarf down food I look down and realize I haven’t touched my food while everyone else is almost done. Beth is smiling like a fool at Joel who is now wearing spaghetti sauce on his cheek from inhaling his food. Beth has been a little more open with her obsession for Joel as of lately. I make a mental note to ask her about it later when the boys aren’t around. Simmon wipes his mouth and takes his plate to the sink, gives Mom a kiss on the cheek and thanks her for dinner. “Thanks Mrs. G, the spaghetti was amazing as always.” Causing her to blush from the flattery and swat him away. “Simmon, that alpha blood has made you such a charmer.” She smiles. She adores him, like her own. Simmon and I grew up together as I spent a lot of time growing up in the pack house and he is none other that the Alpha’s son. Growing up we played hide and seek in the pack house and annoyed the cooks as we begged for treats in the kitchen. As we got old enough to venture out and explore on our own we explored every inch of the territory together. Usually when you saw one you’d see the other not far behind. Simmon is my best friend other than Beth. Beth and I didn’t meet until grade school. We became fast friends as I shoved one of the other girls who was trying to bully her. Joel, I’m not sure where we picked him up. I’m pretty sure he invited himself to dinner one evening and has been around since. He’s adorable and soft hearted so we keep him around. He’s not a warrior or part of the Alpha’s family. He is from an omega family in the pack. His whole family is great. And I mean whole family as there are 6 kids and Joel is the third oldest. One less at their table for dinner a few evenings a week and he’s hardly missed in the chaos. There is the oldest sister, then Joel, twin boys that are ten. Next is the twins that are six and then the baby of the family that is four. Sweet little Amelia. She’s precious and shares her brother blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples. “I vant to be a varrior just wike yew”, she said to me when I said to me last week when we visited the Blacks’ house. I smile I ruffled her hair and said “You’re a tough cookie. You’ll be a great warrior.” The million watt smile she gave me like I’d handed her the moon melted my heart. Once dinner is finished and the dishes are done we all grab a seat to watch our favorite shows for a while. We’re all mostly in a couch potato comma when Dad comes rushing in. “Lorel, there you are!” I give Dad a blank look thinking, “where else was I supposed to be?” But I don’t voice that, judging by the look on Dad’s face it’s best not to right now. He’s in warrior mode. My ear perk up as he says, “I’ve just left a meeting with the Alpha.” I’m wade awake now and out of couch potato mode. “What’s going on Dad?”, I say as he sits down in his chair. He pursues his lips in thought before he speaks and we’re all waiting with anticipation to hear what has happened. “Alpha James received a call from a neighboring pack, the Golden Moon Pack... they have asked us, you and I, Lorel, to personally train their warriors and their future Alphas.” Dad waits as I process the information. “Okay”, I shrug, “We can go to the warrior tournament and then train them when we get back. No big deal, Dad.” I say as I get up to move to the kitchen for a drink. “No, Lorel. We will be leaving in the morning” he says and waits. All the while all eyes are moving between Dad and I. “Dad. My birthday is in a few days. I want to be here for that!” I shout the last part being very unwarrior like. My lips pull into a pout as I stare at Dad. “I know sweetheart. I understand. The Alpha at Golden moon has requested you and I specifically because we are some of, if not, the best warriors on this side of the states. It a huge honor to be asked to train an Alpha much less two. We can’t refuse. We’d be shamed.” He says bowing his head. Tears roll down my cheeks as I process everything. Beth comes and throws her arms around me. Mom is next. “Fine”, I say as I wipe my tears, once I’ve been released, “but when I beat the crap out of both these Alphas I don’t want to hear a word.” Dad’s head pops up in surprise and a grin crosses his face. “Deal” he says as he winks at me. “What time are we leaving?”