His Lost Moon

Chapter 4

Dustin's POV

It's been two years exactly to the day that I killed Dean, and the events of that fateful day still haunt me daily...

I let out a depressing breath as I got out of bed and headed to the washroom.

I needed to get ready for the first day of my senior year...

I was now living under my older twin brother, Zander, and sister, Rosalie, the Alpha and Luna of the Moonvally Pack, roof.

Life was much different from living in the Royal Pack... my duties changed and my responsibilities were much less...

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding...

I didn't have any other choice but to leave the Royal Pack behind... the guilt was slowly eating me alive...

I couldn't face Accalia anymore... I couldn't bare to look at her beautiful blue eyes and watched everyone turn against her...

Accalia was right... what she saw was true... I did kill Dean...

My mind raced to the faithful day, as I got into the shower.

The shock and disappointment on my parents' faces were imprinted in my mind...

I remember I was still frozen in the same position, bent over Dean's broken body, covered in his blood...

My father's jaw was strained when he saw me, but his eyes reflected worry and uncertainty, he had to use his Alpha command to make me step away from Dean's body...

The drive back home was rigid... and the conversation we had was full of anxiety and uncertainty...

"Alex," my mother spoke, and the strain in her voice didn't go unnoticed, "what are we going to do?"

"I don't know," my father answered, and I could see his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He was angry, maybe even furious about what I had just done.

Ayla, my sister, and I were both enrolled at Moon-Heaven Academy... a Royal institution where most Alphas and Ranks were schooled.

The school itself was the most elite in the werewolf world... and even though the school was mainly catering to wolves, we had the odd case of other creatures enrolling in the school...

Yet, even though Ayla and I had different groups of friends... I was forced to take the same classes my sister did, which annoyed the living sh*t out of me...

I had the best of everything in the Royal Pack... I was a Royal Prince, not that I was spoiled, it's just... my feelings and decisions were never considered...

I started to count my blessings, yet every positive had a negative component attached to it...

I was the golden boy of the school... and I was popular among my peers...

Girls were constantly throwing themselves at me... The boys wanted to be my friends...

Yet, I only had one close friend I could trust... Dean...

I was the most popular boy in school... yet, I hated the attention and the spotlight I was constantly in...

I was the captain of the football, baseball, and athletic teams... yet, there were far better and smarter candidates to be the team captains...

I was only selected to be the captain because of who my parents were... and I hated it...

Academically, I was top of my class... I am blessed with a photographic memory... Yet, I never did my homework... and never got into trouble...

I played nasty tricks on my peers and teacher... yet, I have never sat in detention or been called into the principal's office...

I had tried everything possible to get myself into enough trouble to force the school to have my parents called... but nothing seemed to work...

Now I have done it... and at what cost... blood?

My attention was drawn back to my father. He wasn't someone who would say much, but I knew he had a lot to say to me at that moment... he looked like he was ready to explode...

My mother let out a hearable breath... but I ignored it, looking out the window...

"What were you thinking?" Mom suddenly asked and turned her body sideways to be able to see me.

I ignored her, keeping my gaze pinned on the passing trees.

"Your mother has asked you a question!" Father roared.

"What do you want me to say to you?" I snapped.

My mother had carefully placed one of her hands on my father's shoulder, calming him down, she suddenly became quiet and I knew she was mind-linking him...

"The truth," Mom pleaded, a few seconds later, "tell us what happened!"

"The truth?" I asked, bewildered, and turned my gaze to find hers.

Her silver eyes were sad, and had lost their shine... was this because of me... did I do this to her?

"Yes, tell us... please!" My mother begged.

"The truth is, I killed Dean..." I answered coldly, and mom shook visibly, at the tone of my voice.

"What happened?" She asked, pleading for an explanation.

"I don't know..." I answered and shook my head.

I knew my mother would never leave it there and she would start digging for the truth... but as long as I kept my mouth shut, no one would know what Dean was planning on doing...

The Royal Council was informed of the incident at school, and a week later the murder trial started in court.

I refused to testify and only took time to listen to everyone's testimonial against me.

The Council knew I had killed Dean in cold blood... but as much as I was ready to take whatever punishment was coming my way, the council had no choice but to prove my innocence... even if it meant destroying someone else's life...

I sighed, scrunched my hands into balls, and let out a breath.

The council couldn't strip me from my title...

I was still a Werewolf Prince and was blessed with the unwanted Moon Blessed Guard title attached to it.

The whole court event was a coverup and even the prosecutor's attorney was into it...

I got out of the shower and dried myself, then headed toward my room to get dressed.

"Dustin," Zander mind-linked, "are you up?"

"I am," I answered, as I pulled the black shirt over my head.

I ended up living on Zander's side of the pack. One of the reasons was because it was closer to school... and the second was that living with Zander was much easier than living with Rosalie... not that we didn't get along, on the contrary, our bond was strong, but at the said time, Rosalie was going through some sh*t, and I didn't wanted get in the way...

I occasionally sneaked off and visited Rosalie and took a well-deserved extended break away... that was until father found out and lost his sh*t...

Rosalie always welcomed me on her side of the pack, and she would then just advise Zander that I was safe and well living with her for a couple of days...

"Breakfast is ready..." Zander informed me over the mind link.

Odd I thought, usually, he would send an omega to wake me up and call me... something is up...

"I'll be right down," I answered and cut the link.

Zander made a point of having everyone at the table for breakfast in the morning. It was something he grew up with as a pup and he kept the tradition.

Zander and his traditions...

I growled under my breath... some days it felt ridiculous to live under all his rules...

Zander was not your typical Alpha. He believed that everything must be done by the book... there was no room for grey areas or any color in his normal day...

In the beginning, it did put some strain on our relationship, but I got used to it...

I did not mind having breakfast with the family, it was better than I was used to... My father barely had any meals with us when I was younger due to his workload, and my mother always had to cut our family time short for some crises... which meant that Ayla and I used to sit and eat together or grab something on our way.

I wonder if Ayla was eating alone these days, and my heart pinched thinking of her... I have left my sister and haven't spoken to her for the last two years, I just couldn't bare to look at her...

I felt guilty leaving her to fend for herself after what I had done...

Everyone sat at the table and waited for me as I walked in, even Rosalie and her mate had come over to have breakfast with us.

I c****d an eyebrow at her, immediately suspicious of her being there...

"This is a surprise," I said as I took a seat at the table.

Rosalie didn't come to the main packhouse often, only when both needed to attend something important, or a family meeting was called for. The drive from Rosalie's packhouse was a good two and half hours from us, and a half a day's run...

I used to steal Zander's off-road bike to go to her...

Rosalie gave me a guilty look, and her mate Jeremy was moving nervously in his chair.

"I guess I should have informed you that Rosalie was coming," Zander said, and yet again there was something that was bothering me... this wasn't just a routine family breakfast... it was a meeting...

I nodded my head, "It would have made it easier to get myself out of football practice knowing my eldest sister was coming..." I answered, "I could have arranged with my coach to skip practice to be able to spend some time with her..."

"We are not staying," Rosalie said so fast that my head snapped in her direction, and my jaw dropped to the floor hearing it.

Rosalie carefully moved a golden lock of hair out of her eyes, before she lifted her clear blue eyes to look at me.

"Then why the quick and sudden visit?" I asked, confused.

"Nerina's shifting is in less than a week," Zander said, and I turned my attention to him.

Nerina was my niece, but our ages were a few months apart.

"So?" I questioned, keeping my cool, noticing Rosalie being uncomfortable and Zander ignoring my gaze.

Why would Rosalie drive all this way to inform me of Nerina's shitting ceremony?

And why did both of them look so nervous?

"We need to advise you that our mother, including father, and the Royal council will be attending the ceremony..." Rosalie said.

"Oh..." I shook my head, "what does it have to do with me..?" I asked.

Shouldn't they discuss this with Nerina rather?

Rosalie dropped her shoulders, and lifted her gaze, searching for Zander's gaze.

The two became quiet and I knew they were mind-linking one another.

Rosalie then gave Zander a nod of the head.

"Uhm..." Zander suddenly sounded nervous, "Mother will use this opportunity to announce the next in line, Alpha of the Silver Moonvally Pack," Zander answered, and turned his gaze to me.

"I still don't understand, what doesn't it have to do with me?" I asked.

"Well..." Rosalie let out a breath, "There is a law that states that only a full-breed wolf can take the Alpha position in our pack. Mother said that if Jack was born a full-breed wolf, he would be able to take over the pack as Alpha one day, but if not, my firstborn would..."

Rosalie became quiet, and I knew why. She and Jeremy could never conceive any pups. Mother believed it was because of the wolf she and Zander shared, but I wasn't so sure.

"What are you getting at?" I asked.

"You will be the future Alpha... you know that Jack was born with magic like his mother..." Zander said.

Jack was my nephew, and we were born in the same month, a few days apart.

Unfortunately, for us, we both shifted the same night.

"Excuse me?" My eyes widened and I shook my head, not believing a single word, Zander just said, "you can't be serious!" I mumbled, bewildered.

I couldn't imagine it, me being Alpha. There was no way I could be... not with my dark secret... not with my uncontrollable temper... not while I had killed a man in cold blood...

"We are," Rosalie said, "and mother will be coming down in two days to discuss this..." pinning her gaze on me.

She was serious! F*ck!

"Rosalie, I don't want to be Alpha..." I whined, but she stretched out her arm and placed her hand on mine, trying to comfort me.

"Everything will work out the way it should... have some faith..."

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