Chasing the rejected Luna

21: She hates me

My head was rolling with possible thoughts on the reason I would be made to awaken my wolf. Yes, I have wanted her for the longest time since I turned eighteen and found out I couldn't have her. But this? I never expected it.

Mr. Stone shifted on his foot, waiting for me to say something, to say anything but all I could do was look at him. Looking at him didn't mean I was seeing him. I was seeing something else.

"Why does he want to awaken my wolf in the shortest time possible?" I asked him and he shrugged at me, not bothered to answer the question. And I sighed. Not like I expected anything different.

I felt like an ungrateful little brat who didn't know how to appreciate the fact that Alpha Ryven thought enough to want to help me get back on my feet. Not like I was ever on my feet to begin with but it was so thoughtful of him. For a while, I forgot I was in the room for training.

Mr Stone cleared his throat which brought me out of my mini daydream. I clumsily got into a fighting stance. And he smirked at me because he knew something I didn't.

And soon enough, I knew the reason for the smile as he kicked my legs and I fell to the ground with a loud thud and a sprained ankle.

I was sure my face was red from how I swallowed the scream that threatened to tear out of my lungs.

"Stand up. Pick a weapon that resonates with you," he said and moved to the side where the weapons were neatly stacked against one another.

Standing to my feet slowly as the pain subsided and I walked over to where he stood. I was so confused by the different weapons that lined each shelf. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"Find one. The one that calls to you," Mr. Stone said from behind me and I turned around to see him looking at me. He stopped looking at me and his eyes went to the weapons. I followed his gaze and found him looking at the weapons.

"How do I know which one calls to me?" I asked him when my hand touched a little knife about the size of a kitchen knife but bigger than it by about four inches.

It was small and light but I realized that I liked it. It was just as he said. That it should resonate with me and that was exactly what I felt when I picked up the knife. It was as if it was tailor-made specially for me.

"That's what it means for it to be yours," Mr. Stone said from behind me and I smiled without saying anything while I played with the knife in my hand.

"Now, drop it. We have to teach you the basics of self-defense and attack," he said and I groaned with a roll of my eyes. We have been doing that for the past four hours.

I thought we could finally do something apart from that. But to my utter disappointment, it wasn't.

We trained for more hours and at the end of it all, I felt like I would die and never wake up but be happy with the peace I would feel. I could no longer feel my limbs.

"We will continue from here tomorrow." He said and walked off, leaving me in the room and I collapsed on the floor and stayed there for a little while before standing up.

I stood up and walked painfully to the door and walked out in the direction I remembered where I came from. Not understanding the directions I saw, I gave up and decided to wait for any servant that would pass by.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a maid walked by and I was overcome with gratitude at that.

"Hello, can you please take me back to my room?" I asked her and she nodded her head at me while looking at the floor in respect.

"This way ma'am," she said and began to lead the way, walking slowly so I could catch up with her.

While I walked I began to think about what my future held in the pack. But no matter what I did, it felt like I was overloading my brain with too many questions when I could just ask Alpha Ryven or wait out to see what happens next. I didn't do that because the voice of Alpha Ryven's sister stopped me.

"What are you still doing here?" She asked and I turned around to see her staring bloody murder at me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her. I didn't understand where the hate was coming from. But even if she did hate me, wouldn't she have waited until I had rested to ask me?

I felt like I would give up under my weight as my legs hurt terribly. The maid looked between the both of us, not knowing what she should do until Alpha Ryven's sister glared hard at her and she scurried away from us.

I didn't know what to do except to stare at the wall behind her. I avoided her gaze as much as possible. They were sharp and pierced my soul.

"I don't understand what you mean," I whispered, using one hand to hold myself up. I breathed hard as I tried to mute the voice that wanted to yell out at her for making me suffer on my feet.

She hissed at me and came closer to me, her strong perfume wafting into my nose. I resisted the urge to gag at her and tell her it was too harsh or something along that line.

She came to stand in front of me. "You know exactly what I am talking about. Don't think you can ever get the place of the Luna. That spot is reserved for someone. Someone you can never be like even if you tried," she snapped and I looked away from her, sighing deeply.

"I never want the position of a luna. I'm only here because your brother bought me."

"If he bought you, then why aren't you in the servant's quarters? I will never believe a word you say. You are probably like one of those girls who do nothing but sink their claws into anyone they think can uplift them from their miserable position," she said and I lifted my head sharply at her.

I gritted my teeth, "I'm not like that. Like I said, your brother only…"

She interrupted me, "Save it. You will be out of here soon. I can't bear seeing my brother all over you. If you think he loves you, you must be delusional. I've seen him in love once and this wasn't how he looked at her," she said and smirked, playing her little silly game.

"What do you mean?" I managed to take a step back from her even though all my muscles screamed at me to stay in one position.

She laughed when she saw my expression. It was so much fun for her to see me like a rat that had been caught. Flicking her hair behind her shoulders, she walked back the same way she came.

I watched her while she walked. I tried to tell myself that whoever Alpha Ryven was in love with in the past was none of my business, I couldn't help but go back to her words. What does she mean by the way he looks at me? Maybe I was overthinking things but I was always going back to it while I walked absentmindedly until I bumped into someone.

Biting my lips hard until I was so sure I drew blood, I let out a string of curses in my head at whoever was walking without looking.

A hand held my biceps and I flinched and moved away. I knew the person held me so I would not fall on my butt but his grip was so strong, I felt like my muscles were about to snap from his grip.

"I'm fine!" I unconsciously snapped at the person and rubbed my arms in pain. Tears gathered at the back of my eyes. Looking up, I found Alpha Ryven staring at me and I mentally scolded myself for snapping at him.

"I'm sorry," I muttered and looked to my feet, drawing little circles on the floor. It was a habit I hadn't stopped since I was little.

For a minute there was only silence and the sound of my harsh breathing. Daring to look up, I found Alpha Ryven's eyes glazed over and a storm appeared over his head. His face was scrunched up in anger as his perfectly arched eyebrows drew together.

"How dare she?!" He barked and I was taken aback by the sound of his voice. "Come over right now. I'm in the hallway. Take Sophia to my room," he said and made to walk away until I felt he remembered I was there.

Looking at him, his eyes were still spitting fires of fury. "Stay here. Don't move an inch. Nick would be here to take you to my room."

Nothing made sense to me, "What about my room? I can't share a room with you."

His jaw twitched violently as he glared hard at me. For a moment, I felt like Alpha Ryven hated me so much and all his care was a facade to get something from me. No matter how absurd it sounded to me, it bugged me. I swallowed and looked away, unable to compete with his intense gaze.

"Just do as I say. And why can't we share a room? You belong to me now, remember? And I can do whatever the fu*k I want with you!" He sneered as my ears perked up for whatever he was doing.

I heard his knuckles crack and I flinched, not daring to look up at him. My breath caught in my throat when I felt him near me, his cologne soothing but his aura frightening.

He patted me softly on my head which was a sharp contrast to what I felt from him. "Now be a good girl and do what I say," he said and I gulped, nodding my head vigorously.