Breaking Nun

numero uno

Maria Santino is a dedicated catholic. Every Sunday she'd wake up early in the morning getting dressed in her best suits colored in pretty pale pastels. A big smile on her face as she walked down the stairs of the gigantic house she inhabited. Her cheery character was like sunshine when she walked through the threshold. Her pack members couldn't help but lighten up from the groggy mood they were in in early mornings.

She frowned when she saw her children not up and ready to go. "Lucian! Lando! And Lance! If you don't come down here in ten minutes I swear to the almighty God your bums will be sore for a week!" She yelled in a powerful voice that reached down every inch of the house and pair of ears.

"Where is Lukas?" She asked one of the pack members that was working in the kitchen. "The alpha has been in his office for the past two hours with some guests that arrived. He doesn't want no one interrupting," the young lady, whose name was Sylvia, replied politely to her Luna. She was at awe as the Luna talked to her like an equal. Her smile never faltering.

"Thank you Sylvia," Maria murmured walking out of the kitchen. It was unusual. Her husband usually told her everything beforehand. It must have been an important last minute arrangement.

"Ugh this boys," she grumbled to herself, but right at that second, two boys came crashing down the stairs.

"What have I told you both about running down the stairs," she scolded watching her two youngest sons straighten up. Lando smiled sheepishly at his mother as his honey brown eyes darted towards the direction of the kitchen. Lance just stood there bored out of his mind.

She sighed before ordering them to go eat a healthy meal.

Her two youngest are mischievous teens of sixteen years old. Both of them identical and used it to their advantage. But if Maria had to she'd bend them over to see which one had the distinctive birthmark on his butt cheek to see it was Lance. Besides that they had different tendencies and attitudes that gave away who was who.

"Where is that boy," she muttered irritated.

Before she could bellow his name, he sluggishly came down the stairs ruffling his dark brown hair as he tried to keep his dark eyes open behind dark sunglasses.

"Lucian," she hissed grabbing him by the ear. "Ow," he repeatedly murmured as his mother scolded him. "What have I told you about Sundays? I want you down here 8 a.m sharp, not-" she glanced at the clock that hanged on the wall before hissing, "8:08!"

"Ma," he groaned as she fixed his tie. "It's just eight minutes. Chill." Why did she make such a big deal about church? Human church to be more specific. He was a full blooded wolf and didn't go by their beliefs much to his mother's annoyance. "Don't start Lucian," she scolded. "You might be full wolf, but don't forget who gave birth to you. A human." She finished dragging him to the kitchen to let him eat his breakfast.

Ugh. Why couldn't he skip for just once? He had a terrible hangover from yesterday's party. His best friend, Damien, had thrown one for his twenty first birthday. It was a good party. Girls. booze, birthday sex, and a terrible hangover that proved how good it was.

"Lucian when are you going to start taking responsibility? You party way to much," Maria frowned at his oldest. He was already twenty one with no mate and obviously not looking for her.

"I'm young, wild, and free. I'd like to keep of that way," he muttered with sunglasses covering his bloodshot eyes. He stabbed into his pancakes shoving it in his mouth.

She shook her head as she frowned. Twenty one and no mate. Unusual for a wolf. Wolves were mated by this age. She didn't want his son to shrivel away in loneliness.