The Alpha's Luna

You Know My Name, Not My Story

(A/N: Pic on the right is of Naomi Scott who plays Isabel. (:

**After School, back at the Pack house**

Logan's Pov.

I was sitting in my father's old study dealing with Alpha duties when Brandon walked in.

"Alpha, there is someone here who would like to have a word with you. It's one of the families who just moved here from SouthWest." he said sternly.

"That's fine. Send him in" I replied.

A tall man with dirty blondish hair approached me, followed by a beautiful brunette woman who I assumed to be his mate. Behind her was the new girl I sort of met in the hallway. The one who dismissed me quite rudely.

I put on my best smile. "Hello. My name is Logan Anderson. Pleased to meet you" I exclaimed, extending my hand to him.

He smiled. "Thank you for letting us join your pack, Alpha. Sorry we have to meet under these circumstances." he said. "My name is Johnathon Stevens. This is my wife, Cindy, and my daughter, Isabel" He said, gesturing to them both.

Hmm, so my mystery girl does have a name? Haha.

"Oh, of course. I had the pleasure of meeting Isabel in school today. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Stevens" I said, shaking her hand.

She smiled widely. "Nonsense, son. Call me Cindy. No need for formalities, Alpha."

"I use formalities as a sign of respect for the adults. I may be Alpha, but I treat everyone the same here." I stated.

"What a nice Alpha" she beamed. "I must admit I didn't expect for you to be so kind. Usually Alpha's at your age would be filled with over-confidence and arrogance." She said seriously. "How old are you? If I may ask, Alpha Anderson."

"I'm 18 years old" I answered.

Mr. Stevens looked confused. "I'm a little confused as to why your father would agree to hand you the Alpha position so early."

"Last year, our pack was attacked by rogues when all of the young wolves were at school. Apparently, to send a message, they set fire to the old pack house" I paused. "My parents were still inside" I finished sadly.

A look of sadness appeared on their faces, I had even noticed Isabel looked pained as well, most likely feeling sorry for me. I ran this pack house along with my brother, Jason and his mate, Serena. All three of us had to raise my youngest brother, Mikey.

"Oh, dear. I'm deeply sorry for your loss" Mrs. Stevens said.

"My condolences, Alpha" Mr. Stevens said.

Isabel just stood their staring at me, as if she was trying to figure me out or something.

"Thank you" I said to them. "Hopefully you have all gotten settled into your room. I will be calling a pack meeting in about an hour, so you guys can roam around. Feel free to give yourselves a tour of the house, eat, drink, conversate. My home is your home." I said calmly.

"Thank you, Alpha. It was a pleasure to meet you" Mr. Steven said, shaking my hand once again.

They both exited my room, leaving just me and Isabel standing there in silence.

Just as I was about to leave as well, I felt Isabel grab my arm.

"Listen.. I just want to apologize" she began. "I realize I was rude to you in school so I'm sorry for that. I guess I misjudged you"

"Misjudged me? What are you talking about?" I questioned.

She sighed heavily. "I heard some stories about you back home so I kind of just assumed you were a complete asshole Alpha who didn't care about anyone but himself" she said bluntly.