Chasing the rejected Luna

28: The task

It's been five days already with no promise of seeing my wolf. I was mentally, physically, and emotionally drained.

At this point, I just wanted her to come, not minding what would happen next. I wanted to live like a person again. Each day, I would wake up and train till the sun went down.

The training was helpful. But I was honestly tired. I could do basic self-defense and attack and also other things. But that's all. The most painful part was making me go through life-threatening situations just so my wolf would come out and fight for me.

I wiped the tears that leaked from my eyes as I stared at the ceiling. I haven't been able to get a wink of sleep. When asked by the doctor, he said the activities were getting to me. This life I was living made me sick. It would have been better if I hadn't been taken from my former pack. At least there, I was something; a maid to all. Here, I was basically nothing.

I bit my lips, counting the time till the maid would be here to remind me of my day. When the clock struck six, she came. She was never late. Always on time.

The door opened. Without having to look up, I flicked my wrist at her, letting her know I was awake. It would have been better if it was a clock alarm. But Alpha Ryven decided to use a human alarm.

"You should stand up now," Alpha Ryven's voice reached my ears and I sighed. I was so tired that it took about five minutes for me to turn my head to look at him standing by the door, wearing a white shirt, looking smoking hot.

"Stand up now, we need to get your wolf this week. Since we have tried everything we could possibly think of, I'll be introducing new training methods to you. But this time, it would be someone else. Not Mr Zane which you know as Stone," he said while walking into the room, his hands placed on his jaw in thoughts.

Another tear leaked from my eyes and I wiped it off and sat down on the bed. "Can't you see I'm dying here?" I asked with a voice coated with emotions and he stopped pacing and looked at me.

Surprise flashed across his eyes which was closely followed by disgust. "Don't be a crybaby! Getting your wolf is the best thing that could happen right now," he said and sat down on the chair, his eyes never leaving me.

"I don't care. I need a break from all of these. If I die, you won't get the wolf you so badly want," I said and the disgust on his face increased.

"I had always known you were weak. But not this weak. Just a little push and you're giving up already?"

I scoffed and looked at him, my eyes staring at him with so much hate. "Just a little push? Why don't you join me in the training so you'll know if it's just a little push," I said and his gaze hardened.

I didn't know what was wrong that I had to speak to him that way. But I was tired. I felt like if I did everything he asked me to do, I would die for real. And not just the deaths in my illusions.

"Don't you dare. Just because I have decided to take pity upon you doesn't give you the right to talk back at me. I'm your Alpha!" He barked and stood up with so much force that the chair hit the wall, giving out little dust.

I didn't flinch. I took his gaze head-on. And then, I burst out laughing. My sanity was slowly being taken away from me. And I would fight for it back. I'd rather die fighting for it than dying a coward.

"First of all, you're not my Alpha," I said and stood up from the bed and faced him, my fists clenched. "And second, you didn't take pity on me. You think I haven't heard the news about exchanging me for that land because you think I'm her?"

He was taken aback. But the anger was slowly building up in his eyes. "Disregard any news. People will always talk. Don't be a fool to listen to them."

"I'll be a fool and listen to them if that will make me live!"

"Sophia," he growled in a low warning and closed the little space between us. "I'm your Alpha now, whether you like it or not. And you know what?" He smirked, touching my hair.

I wanted to take a step back. This man was a monster who was only after what he wanted. And it killed me that I didn't know what that was. I thought of the possibility of running away. But that chance was so slim, that I discarded it as soon as it formed.

Alpha Ryven's eyes were on me the whole time. Plus I barely have enough time for myself. I would be caught before I even stepped foot out of the pack house.

"What?" I said breathily.

"You'll go into that bathroom, have your bath, and meet me in the training room in fifty-five minutes," he said and waited. We were in a silent battle with our eyes.

His wolf was almost out. But I didn't care as his eyes flickered from black to his normal color. He was fighting with his wolf. I challenged them with my eyes. I didn't know where the boldness came from. But I felt like I could take out his wolf and him if he tried anything stupid.

I felt like a different person as anger pulsated in my veins.

Alpha Ryven smiled down at me which only made me madder. "Good." He said and walked away from me.

I collapsed on the floor, all the energy and adrenaline gone from my body. I just wanted to curl up and cry. Wake up, realizing this had all been a very bad dream.

Giving myself a small prep talk, I walked into the bathroom, hating every moment of it while I bathed and put on my training clothes. I felt dread slither up my spine when I recalled Alpha Ryven's words - a new training.

The last one was a miracle. I didn't die. But I told myself I would opt out if this was too difficult for me. Alpha Ryven could hit me for all I care. Or lock me up in the dungeon. At least, I would have a moment to myself and my thoughts.

I walked to the training room with no hope of ever coming out alive. I could not feel my feet while I walked and answered the greetings with a half-hearted mind. I just wanted to do it and get it over with.

I walked in and met another man who was not Mr. Stone. He turned around when he heard me come in with a little smile on his face which I returned with a deadpan look.

"I'm Adrian," he introduced himself. I kept silent even if I knew I was disrespectful. He seemed to be in his early forties. Grey hair was starting to appear just at his temples.

He was a fine man. I noticed. He would have led a lot of girls astray in his twenties. And he looked so much like someone who would enjoy the looks on ladies' faces just by the smirk that hung on his lips while I checked him out.

"You're Sophia. It's nice meeting you. Without having to waste much of our time, we would be starting now," he smiled and signaled a guard who was stationed just outside the door.

The guard seemed to know what he was talking about and left without a word spoken between them. The more I stayed in the room, the more dread wanted to overcome me.

I did breathing exercises to calm down my raging heart. It works a little. I was at the last number when I heard a sound that resonated with my heart, clearing up everything I did.

"You don't need to take breathing exercises. Save it for later," Adrain said with a smile when I looked up at him, his electric blue eyes gleaming.

I followed the sound and found guards bringing in a metal box that looked like a coffin and my blood stopped flowing in my veins. They don't want me there, do they? I internally asked myself while I took a step back.

Mr Adrian seemed to read my thoughts as he signaled two guards with his eyes. They closed the door, standing in front of it. While the remaining three hefty guards carried the metal box and something else that looked like a small CPU.

"What is this used for?" I dared to ask as my feet were made ready for escape in case I would be dragged into the metal box.

"Why don't you take a wild guess?" Adrain asked and took the machine that resembled a CPU from one of the guards.

I watched him while he connected different wires and also attached them to the metal box.

"This is called a revoluting wolf machine. It was used in the sixteenth century when our kind was first known. If I'm correct, it was used by hunters to tell if a person is a wolf if not." He stopped and looked at me to make sure I was following.

Then, he continued, "Werewolves were put inside the box to make them shift. And guess what, it worked every time," he exclaimed while he dusted his hands in glee.

My heart trembled inside my rib cage. I looked towards the window, looking for an escape but the window was securely guarded by thick metal bars and was high up. The only other escape route was the door which was heavily guarded by guards.

"I'm not going in. Am I?" I asked him with fear dripping from my voice.

"What do you think?" Adrain smirked. "Be a good girl and get in. The pain won't last forever. It will only…" Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Pain?" I asked him while I took two steps back. I noticed how the guards were ready in case I tried anything out of line.

Adrian sneered, his smile gone. "I don't have the energy to bicker with you, little girl. Just do as I say and get in!" He barked and opened the lid of the metal box.

"I'm not going in!" I spat and ran towards the weapons. The guards were hot on my tail and they stopped when Adrian put up a hand, stopping them.

I picked up two weapons I had learned to use over the days. They were my favorite weapons. Holding them in my trembling fingers against five hefty guards made me look pathetic but I would be doomed either way if I fought or not. I'd rather try fighting. I looked at the guards with eyes alert and blood flowing with adrenaline.

Adrian sighed and rubbed his temples, "Don't make me do this the hard way." He looked at me. When he saw I still wasn't giving up, he signaled the three guards. They came at me while I got into a fighting stance.