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Chapter 22

I think it’s safe to say I did not wake up on the right side of the bed today. Sierra has been pushing for control from the moment I woke up, going between howling in sorrow and growling in a rage aimed at Rex’s rejection, which is only amplifying my sour mood.

Well, ok… we haven’t been officially rejected… yet, but it sure feels like it!

Rounding the corner to the breakfast area, I notice it’s only Hunter and Ozzy, who are loading their plates ready for breakfast.

As I pass Hunter, I snatch the toast he’s raising to his lips.

“Hey!” He snarls.

I glare at him with venom and tear into the innocent toast with malice.

“Who shat on you?” He questions.

Ozzy, as usual, just watches the scene unfolding with intelligent eyes.

“Fucking Rex, that’s who!” I growl.

Ozzy smirks, looking downwards as if to say, I’m not getting involved in the can of worms you have just opened. He casually leans back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest, settling in to watch the drama unfold.

Hunter, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to have the same awareness of self-preservation.

“Oh, Mae… what happened?” He asks earnestly.

“He doesn’t want me, Hunter, that’s what! Is there something wrong with me?” I start to lean forwards across the table towards a wide-eyed Hunter, who is just now realising what he’s gotten himself into.

“E-er, n-no, Mae”, he splutters.

“Am I not pretty enough, hm…hm!?”

He looks to Ozzy for help, who just raises his hands and says, “This one is on you, brother”, with an evil chuckle as his eyes twinkle with mischief.

Hunter looks back to me with wide eyes, “No, Mae! You’re beautiful... any wolf would be lucky to be mated to you!” He tries to rub my ego, though it just digs his grave even further.

“Then why am I not good enough!?” I spit, slamming my palms on the table.

“What did I do to deserve this?” I start again, though this time, growing more solemn.

“I’m going to be spinster… and this time it’s not even out of choice”, I whine, throwing myself moodily back into my chair and looking up at the ceiling dramatically, internally asking the goddess why she hates me so.

Truth is, I don’t even know what’s gotten into me, I know I’m behaving like a child, but I’m so damn angry, I can’t seem to simmer it for long before it flares to life all over again.

“Ugh… never mind! I need to get to practice”, I sulk.

As I stand up I snatch a piece of bacon off of Hunter’s plate and dash out of the door as Ozzy guffaws, practically choking on his food and Hunter growls after my retreating form.


As I stomp up to the training grounds, my attention is drawn to the pups class being led by Amber.

Little Lia throws a male pup twice her size over her shoulder, throwing him down to the ground with force. Meanwhile, her class ‘ooo’ and ‘ahh’ at her fighting capabilities.

In a flash, she has rounded upon his form on the floor, pulling him into a headlock; within seconds, it’s all over, as he taps out, gasping for breath.

Lia jumps up happily, relishing in her victory, a broad toothy grin spread across her face. She immediately seeks someone out, a boy maybe a year or two older than her; he cheers at her victory, jumping on the spot and throwing his fist in the air.

Little Lia’s cheeks immediately burn red as she sways on the spot shyly. I can’t help but wonder if that’s the boy she has a crush on.

“Wow, Amber… looks like you have a future warrior on your hands!” I exclaim proudly.

“Tell me about it! She’s kicking everyone’s butts! I’m starting to think she has had training before!” She laughs before continuing, “Did they ever find out who her parents are?”

“Nope” I shrug, “After the village was wiped out by the Lycans there wasn’t much left in the form of records”.

Amber rolls her eyes, “Well isn’t that typical? I guess she will just have to remain our little tough girl mystery, for now. Whoever her parents were, I’d imagine they were highly ranked, maybe even Alpha ranking”, she ponders thoughtfully.

“Can’t wait to see what the toothless terror turns out like!” I flash a small smile before turning away and walking to my group.

My blood immediately boils as I see a flock of she-wolves fawning over Rex.

My Rex.

I try to reel Sierra back in, but those she-wolves really aren’t making it easy for me. One, in particular, starts to get handsy, grasping at his bicep. I’ve noticed this particular she-wolf trying it on with both of my brothers before now. She’s simply an opportunist, a title grabber; she holds no interest in the males behind them, only their titles.

I don’t even attempt to conceal the growl that leaves my lips in warning.

Rex looks to me with a confused frown, following my line of sight to the she-wolf still hanging off of his arm.

To his credit, he shrugs his arm away from the leech and steps away from her with a look of disgust. It’s still not enough to appease my green-eyed monster... unless he was to allow me to claim his lips in front of them, mine and Sierra’s simmering wrath - will not be appeased.

I glare at him coldly as I stomp away to the front of the class where I can’t see him speaking with the other she-wolves… unless, of course, he would like me to make a scene and allow Sierra to try and murder a few girls… although, I can’t imagine that would go down well with my dad.

I don’t think Ali and Anya would be too impressed if I did, in fact, call them to dispose of a body either.

Eddie shows the class some effective offensive attack combos, going through a manner of different scenarios such as enemies with claws, wings, large and smaller opponents and which combos will have the best outcome for each of those opponents.

It’s hard to stand and listen to the lesson when my whole body is utterly aware of the amber eyes glued to my body, feeling the warmth of his stare as it trails from head to toe, then all the way back up, focusing for longer on my more intimate areas. If it was anyone else, my body would be repulsed, but because it’s him… it’s thriving on the satisfaction of making Rex stare.

“Time to grab your partners!” Eddie calls, clapping his hands together.

Immediately, I seek out a small petite form.

Heeeerrrrreee Elsie, Elsie, Elsie. I sing to myself.

Truth is, Elsie doesn’t deserve the butt whooping I plan on giving her, but she’s my partner, my partner who has been kicking my arse for ten years… and I think that maybe it’s time she gets a butt whooping back.

Does this vendetta have anything to do with our mate? Sierra speaks.

Pfft! Noooo, of course not! I lie.

You do realise we are part of the same body, right? I can tell when you’re lying. She laughs.

In response, I scoff. Quickly moving on from this conversation, I scout out the mass of fiery red hair on a teeny tiny form.

Ah, there!

With my eyes hyper-focused on Elsie, I begin to march my way over to her.

“Hey! Elsie”, I call, with a dark smile spread across my face.

She turns with a broad smile before paling considerably.

“Oh, Mae!” She says, backing away like a deer being stalked by a tiger.

“I-I heard you got your wolf back! Congratulations!” She smiles sincerely, some of the colour returning to her cheeks.

“I did! Now, come on… are we doing this?” I say eagerly with a crack to my knuckles, the excitement to kick ass again in combat class growing considerably by the second.

I need a release for some of this anger!

“W-well, I don’t think we’re very compatible sparring partners now… I-I f-feel like one of the stronger wolves would be a better opponent for you”, she replies timidly.

“Oh pish posh”, I respond, flapping my hands downwards, “You’ll be fiiiiiine!” I lie again.

Elsie anxiously twists her ankles as she appears to think of a suitable response. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, someone cuts in.

“You’ll be my partner from now on, Mae”, Hector smiles cheerfully.

“You?” I question with a raised eyebrow.

Hector, undeterred, continues to beam back at me.

“Well, alrighty then!” I shrug, starting to stretch out my arms and legs.

As I crouch down to begin my assault, I feel the burning gaze of Rex fixed firmly back upon me.

Shaking my head and arms, I try my best to shake out the feeling of his gaze so I’m fully focused… I can’t say it worked - unfortunately.

Hector surprises me by making the first move. His move isn’t what I had expected… I figured, he would try and outsmart me rather than outmuscle me, seeing as he knows my strength and speed outweighs his own. Yet… here he is going hand to hand with me from the get-go.

What are you up to? I wonder to myself.

Hector continues to launch his fists at me with brutality. Fortunately, with my speed, I’m able to dodge most and use my forearms to defend myself from the rest.

As I see another fist flying my way, I raise my arms to defend my head… but it’s not a fist that hits me… his large hand grips my wrist, twirling me into him so my back is touching his bare torso.

“Do you trust me?” He whispers into my ear.

I try to elbow him in his gut, but he hides his body on the other side of me.

“What kind of question is that?!” I ask, confused. The burn of Rex’s stare now feels more and more like a blazing sun.

“Just trust me”, he says, looking over his shoulder in Rex’s direction.

“If this gets me killed, just know I sacrificed my life for you”, he chuckles, but I feel like his laughter is to cover up another emotion… nerves, perhaps?

“What the hell is going on?” I laugh in response.

He uses my distracted state to kick my legs out from underneath me. Quickly jumping onto my grounded form, straddling me over my hips. He continues to throw an onslaught of punches my way, I continue to defend or deflect each and every one.

The heat of Rex’s stare now feels like an all-out inferno, the heat so palpable I wouldn’t be surprised if I started to sweat!

Hector yelps as he is suddenly lifted from me.

“Find yourself a new partner”, comes a gruff voice through gritted teeth.

Hector raises his hands in surrender. As he cautiously backs away, he mouths, ‘You owe me!’

I can’t stifle my laughter quick enough and burst out into fits of laughter.

So this was his master plan, huh!

Rex’s head snaps to Hector, who swiftly turns around and disappears as quickly as he can.

Rex stands there for a while, taking me in as I lay on the floor. His eyes burn with lust and jealousy as he continues to stare me down.

The silence seems never-ending as his amber eyes bore into my own.

I reach out my hand for a hand up.

He just stares at it as if he has no idea what to do with it.

“Oooook”, I say, dropping my hand to my side, “I guess I’ll just get myself up then”, I grunt under my breath as I push myself back to a standing position.

“So… you’re going to be my new sparring partner, huh? The man that can’t stand my very presence”, I say with narrowed eyes.

Rex maintains his stare coolly.

“Do you have something you want to say? Or are you going to just stare at me all day?” I scowl at him.

“Is he who you’ve chosen?” He asks calmly, his features schooled to that of serene calmness. Making his expression all the more dangerous.

“What do you mean, chosen? As in… to be my mate?” I respond, perplexed.

He nods slowly.

“No, Rex. I have not chosen him to be my mate. What I told you literally just yesterday hasn’t changed. I will not mate with someone other than my mate… and seeing as you are my mate, but don’t want me… well, I guess I’ll be dying alone, won’t I!” I spit with fire.

He growls lowly, a frown forming on his face, but he doesn’t respond to my statement – this angers me more than I would care to admit. I grit my teeth, holding my tongue as best I can.

“Fight me”, he states, crouching and gesturing with his hands for me to come at him.

“With pleasure”, I growl as I throw myself into combat.

Some might fight their mate more cautiously so that they don’t cause their other half any harm… not me. No. I’m giving it my all. All of my pent up rage and confusion, being unleashed on the person creating my torture.

My movements aren’t well thought out, nor are they graceful. Arms fly thick and fast, my fury reaching a boiling point as I try and use my mate as a punching bag.

Rex is fast, faster than even I am. He’s prepared for my onslaught of violent punches, dipping and dodging them all with ease, a teasing look on his face that makes me want to smack him even harder.

Even the sparks that rush to my fists with each punch boils my rage further. The sparks, which should be a sign of home, of safety, are just there to torment me to what could have been.

“Why?” I question Rex, throwing more force into my punch than I meant to. I can feel my throat tightening as my anger begins to boil - tears threatening to spill.

“Why what?” He coolly responds.

“Why won’t you open up to me?” I question, throwing a kick his way.

Does he blame me for what happened to him? Let’s face it, if it wasn’t for me, Caleb would’ve never abducted him, he would’ve spent ten happy years with his family and friends, but because of me… he lost it all.

“Am I not good enough for you? I’m trying to understand what I’ve done so wrong so I can fix us, Rex”.

He stays silent, staying on the defensive and blocking each punch and kick

“You know you’re more than good enough for me, Mae”, he breathes out easily... with such ease, I almost believe him.

“Liar”, I seethe. If I was good enough, we wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Fuck you!” I slur. Rex freezes, allowing me to get in a few good punches to his torso as I continue to scream, “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

Rex’s cool expression finally cracks, the fierce possessiveness now residing there causing me to freeze and suck in a breath.

In the blink of an eye, my back is pressed up against a training wall, Rex’s arms pressed either side of my head, caging me in. His deliciously warm and ripped body pressing up against my own causes an involuntary moan to rip out of my throat as a delectable shiver runs down my spine.

“I h-hate you”, I breathe out rather unconvincingly.

Gently, he skims his fingers over my shoulders before skimming across my collarbone. His amber eyes follow his movement with extreme interest; before finally reaching my neck. His once gentle movement is now forceful and commanding as he grabs my neck and forces my eyes up to meet his own by tipping my chin with his thumb.

My body feels like it’s on fire - yet also enduring the most pleasurable storm inside. The feeling terrifying... yet addictive, dangerous, yet alluring.

Rex looks upon me with glowing amber eyes, telling me it is his Lycan in control now.

With a deep growl, he speaks, “Stop lying to yourself, mate”, he leans closer, his warm breath hitting my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt over the entirety of my body.

He groans as he inhales my scent “So perfect, my greatest addiction… my kryptonite”.

Sierra forces her way into control under the gaze of her mate, “When are you going to man the fuck up and claim us?”.

Rex’s Lycan all but purrs lustfully in response, “Soon, love… soon”.

Before we can process what he’s said, he retreats, giving Rex control. I suck in a breath to ask what he means, but not quickly enough. Rex pushes away from me as if he has endured as much contact with me as he can bear.

“I think that’s enough for one day”, he says before turning and leaving the training grounds with haste.

I can’t help but wonder if he means that’s enough training… or me... for one day.

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