Chapter 19

Luke's P.O.V

I sit in the dark of my room, unable to sleep. Paper is lying haphazardly all over my bed, the battlefield souvenirs of my previous struggle. I'm going to make a pretty bad Alpha, especially seen as I can't even protect my sister from being taken. Dad said she called and that she was mated to the Prince. I already knew that; the guards talk a lot. Dear Old Dad must have been the last to know.

It feels so wrong without her. I'm used to having her waking up early in the morning, going for her jog around the borders, coming back to make us breakfast, then doing training before lunch and helping Dad until dinner or looking after the three hooligans. Of course sometimes I had to make the breakfast or watch over the hooligans while she helped Dad and vice versa.

She was practically Luna for this pack. She kept the fighters on their feet, keeping them smiling when she went by them. When I was on patrol, she'd always sneak up on me. She'd leap onto my back, kissing my cheek and d