The Alpha's Dirty Little Secret

Chapter one

Chapter one
(Luna's POV)

The smell of freshly cooked pancakes mixed with the soothing sounds of mother and father giggling filled the house in the early morning. I rubbed my eyes with a soft groan sleepily sitting up from my super comfy and warm little bed. I take one final stretch, yawning loudly before stumbling out of my dark and peaceful room wincing from the brightness of the morning sun searing straight into my eyes as I walk down the freshly polished wooden stairs to greet my parents. My mom and dad were always so lively and cheerful and might I add morning people, which I'm for sure and most definitely not. I smile softly at them as we all make eye contact. "You guys sure seem happy what's the occasion?" I asked curiously probably already knowing that it was nothing special or out of the ordinary day and just my parents natural and perky selves. I furrow my brows in confusion waiting for a response but not receiving one. "Mom? Dad? Hello?" I squeak out in a concerned and raspy voice. I gasp and scream in horror as I watch blood completely saturate and batter my parents bodies, seeping out of every possible opening and crevice you could see. I feel hot tears stream down my lifeless colored cheeks as I witness the horrifying scene unfold before me, screaming louder and louder, twisting and turning in agony and fear, jolting up panting. "Mo-..." looking around with foggy and shaky vision I sigh in frustration as everything becomes clear again and I regain my senses. "Another nightmare! What a surprise". I whimper falling back down into my bed, holding my knees to my chest staring blankly into space. I lost my parents what now is four years ago but feels just like yesterday. What I saw happen to my sweet and loving parents never leaves my mind. The smell of all the blood, screams and cries from my mother and father, and to top it off how inhuman and monstrous the bastard's who murdered them looked. Pale skin, glistening demonic red eyes, sharp and piercing teeth. I shutter at the image feeling myself tear up. My phone dings distracting me from my horrid thoughts, sighing I lazily reach over, grabbing my phone.

Gina: Hey girly just wondering where you are! Totally worried about ya this is like your 20th absence and like 100th tardy biotch.....😬🙁❤️
Me: just not feeling well today lol
Gina: you say that a lot 😣 you can always talk to me if somethings up okay? Love ya gtg
Me: ily 2 byeeee

I set my phone down sighing loudly running my hands through my tangled bed head. "Gina is only going to accept my dumb excuses for so long". Once my parents passed attendance hasn't been my strong suit, hell even graduating high school was an absolute struggle with all the grief and misery I had been feeling but I still want to make my parents proud of me which is why with more regret now than ever I applied for college with not the slightest idea of what I even wanted to pursue. Finances were never a struggle as my mother was a surgeon and my father a mechanic and myself being the only child, all my parents hard earned wealth passed onto me. I lived in a small, tidy, little apartment here in California and I was totally okay with that as bold and flashy wasn't my forte. I finally decide to leave the comfort of my bed and start my day. Everyday just felt like a repeat of the last, jumping in the shower, getting dressed in my basic wardrobe of leggings, jeans, shirts, and hoodies but I decided to change it up today with a pear of denim washed overalls with my raggedy white converse, applying a light coat of mascara and throwing my strawberry blonde hair up in a bun or ponytail, whatever gets it out of my face. I give myself a quick glance in the mirror expressionless. "I don't even know why I try". I blink awkwardly at my own reflection for a few more seconds before grabbing my phone and bag heading towards the door. As I close and lock my apartment door behind me I hear a loud thud and some screaming coming from my neighbors right next door. I quietly walk over being the curious girl I am pressing my ear against the cool door listening in closely on the argument. My eyes widen as I hear what sounds like animalistic growls coming from inside the room. I squeak as I hear footsteps coming towards the door only getting louder and closer every second. I quickly try and back away but fail miserably as the door swings open pile driving me in the face. I flush a deep crimson red feeling beyond embarrassed from one, face planting into the ground and two, being caught straight in the act of ease dropping. I bite my lip nervously looking up. I blush deeper my eyes fixating on the incredibly attractive guy hovering over me. I quickly stand up composing myself, "I-I'm so sorry I just-". My sentence was cut off by a low growl.

(Damon's POV)
I growl loudly in frustration feeling anger bile up at the very pores of my skin, boiling through me. My mind was racing with ideas on what I was going to do to those slimy blood suckers that fucked with my pack. I punched my fist into the weak walls of this pitiful place in pure disgust. "I will make them pay". My thoughts then get interrupted by a very strong, alluring scent on the other side of my apartment door. I speedily walk over opening my door quickly hearing a loud thud, raising my brow confused. "Hmmmm?." I look down at the smell or should I say the girl. The girl speaks to me in a soft and shy tone, "I-I'm so sorry I just-". I cut her off with a low growl. "Mate".