The Cruel Alpha

07

The goddess had to be against me. 

In only an hours time, Fenry has already grown tired of being on his feet, Dorian has managed to anger Celia to the point that she threw her shoe at his head, and Barclay had stopped twice to look at his reflection in the lake that had frozen over. 

I was born in the East, where the weather changed with the seasons. The sun shown in the summers, and in the winters the wind would nip at my skin, but never had I had to trudge through the snow. I even had to admit, the snow had messed with my sense of smell, my feet grew tired of kicking up snow every time I walked. 

My first day as a teacher has completely depleted me of any energy, and my enthusiasm is long gone. I wanted to roll my self into a burrito and snuggle into my new bed, and yet I could not imagine walking towards the pack house after merely an hour of training. 

"Please tell me its six already," Dorian wined. "I would rather go train with the Alpha than have the frostbite continue to nip at me".

I rolled my eyes, "keep pushing forward. We won't stop until one of you finds the sweater".

The green sweater I hid thirty minutes previous was really starting to be a pain in my ass. I had ran to go hide it, but with all snow and trees, even I forgot where I hid it. 

Celia continued to sniff into the air while Fenry tried to trace my old tracks that are mostly covered by the falling snow. 

It only took us about three more hours to find the stupid green sweater.

 It was already six-thirty by the time we made it back to the pack house where our training with the Alpha had began already. Many looks were thrown our way as we waltzed into the basement that seemed to be converted into a training room. 

I was too exhausted to look around. I found my eyes traveling to my new team of trackers; I knew I probably looked as bad as they did. My moves were sluggish as we followed Eros in his stretches and abdominal exercises. 

"Everyone, partner-up," his voice boomed across the room as he strutted towards me. 

His hand landed on my shoulder as he began to drag me away from peering eyes and back up the stairs I had come down from thirty minutes ago, "Arius, lead the spar" was all he said before we disappeared behind the door. 

"How was it?" Straight to the point.

My body slid down against the wall, "Exhausting"

His eyes squinted down towards me, "Its only your first day. How do you expect to make it through the next week"

The statement had me jumping from my seated position.

I pushed against his shoulders, "Are you that dense?" My arms moved back to my sides, "we spent hours trudging through the snow, which might I add, it doesn't snow where I lived!" 

"That is an excuse" his stated blatantly 

"Excuse my ass!" I pinched at his arm, watching as those blue eyes stared at me in shock for my childish behavior. "I don't see the rest of your pack training out in the snow! You all get to stay down in the basement with the heater keeping your little piggies all toasty!" my arms motioned up towards the vent. 

My wolf was tired but it seems like I was just hit with a second wind. I no longer wanted to roll my self in a blanket, my fist ached to hit that hard headed man in front of me. 

I scoffed, "You're impossible"

He snatched my arm back as I had prepared to walk away, "Impossible? Do you know how many women here would like to fill your role?"

The words stung more than I thought they would. I had only been here two days, no person should ever get so easily attached to another just because fate decided, and yet here I was. 

The fierce mask I had put on my face easily cracked under his words. My eyes looked anywhere but his electric blue ones that I knew where staring right at me. I swallow the sob that comes up my throat and turn my back to his face. 

"Pandora," his hand reached for my arm again.

"No."

I wish I could say I didn't cry as soon as I entered my room. I wish I could say that his words mean nothing to me. I wish that those words didn't remind me that I had to fight for this man so he could accept. 

I wish I could go back home.

My head hit the pillow as I heard the pack come up the basement stairs. I could hear as they all made their way to the dining hall. I could hear the forks and plates, and the laughter that echoed two floors below me. 

My keen sense of hearing did good for tracking, not so much when I wanted to forget the world around me. My stomach growled as the smell of chicken hit my nose, but I was too stubborn to go and join them.

Too embarrassed.

I turn to face the balcony doors. Doors, that I had imagined a few minute ago, that I could escape from. I knew I was no prisoner here, but if I simply left out the front doors of the pack house, and my mate didn't follow me...

...well, I prefer to think of escaping from the balcony. Then I could tell myself I was too sneaky, too well-trained. I could tell myself he didn't find me because he couldn't, not because he did not want to. 

I could make myself believe the lie. 

I could go back home and spend my days with Jasper and Orion. I could help Bellamy in the hospital and pretend that I was okay.

 I could slip the mask back on.

I turned to lay flat on my back and closed my eyes. Tomorrow would be a new day, a new day to decide if this is all worth it.

If he is worth it.