JEOPARDY: The Cursed Soldier.

3. The Lunarheart Pack

'This will not be hard for you. Just remember everything I taught you: always be alert, but keep your head down. See, hear, and know everything, but only speak when asked."

Kayla recalled her father's last words as she looked through the tinted window of one of the Alpha's vans. Her mind wasn't on the dusty sand flying all around the car but on the responsibility on her shoulders and the future ahead of her.

'An Alpha's epsilon has neither pride nor values. You will be your boss's dog. You bark when they command it and bite every threat that comes at her. From this moment, you have no morals. You just do what is commanded with no question.'

The van stopped and Kayla heard something click as every door opened. Her nerves rattled but she swallowed them down. It didn't matter that it was her first time in a car and out of the dungeon. Or that everything was new, exciting, and scary. Very scary.

She couldn't let herself appear weak.

Mimicking the other epsilons, Kayla got out of the car and joined the line of epsilons who were stood stoically waiting for something.

Exactly 5 minutes later that she realized that they had been waiting for Alpha Sienna. She and her retinue of some werewolves in suits and other epsilons walked by them as they all saluted in respect until Alpha and her retinue entered the private jet waiting for them.

Kayla swallowed as she walked towards the jet. This day was going to be a start of a lot of firsts for her. First car ride. First jet ride... And gods knew what else was waiting for her.

As she had been doing all along, she kept trailing the other epsilons and copying whatever they did so that she didn't look out of place. And that was how she found herself inside the most luxurious plane she could have ever dreamed of.

Her eyes took in what looked like a restaurant with big comfy couches and marble bistro tables; a bar and a buffet of food on the other side; a pool table on the farthest end, and werewolf servers in uniforms, smiling and ready to help.

Kayla tore her eyes from the luxuries before her and spied on the other epsilons. All of them had paused stoically in the middle of the jet, but their eyes were on Alpha Sienna and her retinue as they were disappearing into a secluded side of the jet, guarded by another gigantic epsilon.

The moment the door that separated those two sides of the jet shut, everyone exhaled loudly and then dispersed all over the jet. Some went to the couches, others went to the food, while others went to the bar.

Kayla just stood there, watching. Learning. And adjusting. It seemed like everyone had a friend except her. A blanket of loneliness and fear swarmed her. But she remembered what her mama had told her. She shouldn't trust anyone or draw attention to herself. These werewolves weren't her friends. They were enemies.

So she marched to one of the lone chairs and sat.

"Kayla, right?" Two Epsilons in cargo pants and form-fitting t-shirts that showcased their bulging biceps and muscular bodies walked to her table and sat opposite her. One had brown hair, chocolate-brown brooding eyes, and a tanned serious face. He was handsome, but in a mysterious-edgy kind of way.

But it was his companion who drew her attention. He was a different kind of handsome, the kind she had only seen in movies. With shaggy blonde hair, green proud eyes, and full pink lips that were smiling at her as he followed his question with another one. "How old are you, exactly?"

"19." She lied. She was 18 and turning 19 in 4 months. But she didn't want them to think she was too young. 19 felt safe enough.

The blonde one smiled harder, nodding and looking impressed by her answer. The other one was just studying her with that same serious face.