Zyon: The Alpha Of The North

Chapter Twenty-Two

I found myself pacing Zyon's room after changing into a pair of black spandex and a sports bra. I'd somehow managed to piss him off before training and I knew he'd take it out on me on the training ground. I knew fighting technique- hell I was a warrior. A high-ranking warrior, until my wolf gave up on me. I haven't trained in years. I doubt the technique ever left me, but my strength had diminished.

I made my way to the gym. I didn't want to anger him any further at this point. I'd eventually end up in the gym anyways if I didn't go- he'd just drag me there. He's lifting weights as I enter, and there's a large training mat that covers most of the gym.

"Glad I didn't have to drag you in here myself."

"I don't understand why this is necessary. I don't want to train."

"Before I mark you, there are pack formalities that need to be taken care off. You need to be inducted, and therefore given a ranking. To give you a ranking, I need to assess your strength."

"For the hundredth time, Alpha. I am not joining this pack. This whole exercise is completely unnecessary. I am only here because you're holding me against my will."

His jaw clenches. "You have fifteen minutes to warm up."

Fifteen minutes later, I am out of breath. I haven't worked out in ages, and the treadmills tired me out. Zyon's still lifting weights and hasn't even broken out into a sweat. When he turns around and looks at me, I see the malicious intent behind his eyes. He's angry about everything I've done and he's ready to take it out on me. What he doesn't know is that I don't have my wolf, so him taking it out on me could be determinantal. I'm stubborn however and my ego wouldn't let me tell him either, so I slowly make my way onto the mat near him.

He watches me, waiting for me to make a move, but I don't. Finally, he grows exasperated, that I'm not moving, and lets out an annoyed grunt. That's when I attack. My foot flies up into his side, and then I land a second kick to the same area. It barely affects him, but I see his eyes glint gold as he adopts a defensive stance.

I don't wait. I just start throwing punch after punch at him. He blocks each one. Five minutes later, I am tired of throwing punches and getting blocked and he just looks bored. So I throw my foot up to kick him, but he grabs it, pulling it up higher, essentially making me lose my balance, and land on the floor.

I feel myself get frustrated. In a fight like this, before, I would have been able to hold my own. I kick my legs out at his, hoping he would lose his balance, but he anticipates it and takes a step back. By now, I am frustrated, exasperated, and irritated.

"You're weak. Incessantly weak. I thought you were a warrior in your old pack. Quite pathetic really." He snarls down at me.

I am not pathetic. If I had my wolf, I would have beaten this Alpha to a pulp, within five minutes. Naturally, my anger rises. Not only does he insult me, but he insults my old pack by dismissing their ranking system of warrior wolves by implying I'm weak. I'm up on my feet within a minute, throwing punches without thinking towards his face and his chest. I am uncontrollable, until he grasps a wrist, spins me around and holds my arm to my own chest, with his. He does the same with my other arm, holding it in place near my waist. My back touches his chest.

"So much anger for such a weak little wolf."

I know the technique to get out of a hold like this, but there's only so much I can do with the strength I have, so I struggle against him as he holds me down. "You're surprisingly weak for an Alpha's mate. You really shouldn't be this weak, even if you haven't been training. That won't do at all."