You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 040

  Chapter 040
 
 
 
 
   Myra's point of view
 
 
 
   I'd left Lucas' room for mine to go dress up, none of my stuffs were with him else I'd have done it in his room. I've gotten that much comfortable with him, that I'm willing to get ready in front of him.
 
 
   I walked by the hallway that led to my room when a figure suddenly crossed my path, the figure featuring no other than Lucas' sister. She stood in front of me with a creepy smile, and blocked my path to move forward.
 
 
   I looked around the hallway and it was empty, fear seeped into my features when she stepped closer, extremely close that I could feel her breath fanned my face.
 
 
   I gulped, "Good morning." I should exude less fear, and maybe I might escape this.
 
 
   "I didn't get the chance to introduce myself yesterday or yet even, I'm Madeleine," she said, as she stretched a palm out for me to take.
 
 
   My gaze trailed from her palm back to her face, cautious enough to not take it and step back instead. Even with a glance, you'd know she's one dangerous she-wolf that needs to be avoided at all cost.
 
 
   She snickered at my reaction, her palm retracted to cover her lips as she chuckled louder. "You're a fool if you think I'm the one you should be afraid of," she made the comment as she walked past me to go her way finally.
 
 
   "Oh and," I heard her voice but didn't turn my head around. "I'm not here for you so be less at edge, and if I were you I'd be careful and smart enough to learn the truth than believe whatever lies conjured to keep you in control."
 
 
   The next I heard was the sound of footsteps, as they vanished into the walls of the passage. I sighed heavily at the wheeze of her absence, her aura was beyond dangerous, it was deadly also.
 
 
   'I'm sorry but I think you're a fool too,' Salome said to me, I guess she'd woken up and tuned in to the conversation I had with that scary Madeleine.
 
 
   What would it take for her to give our mate a chance huh? I've tried to convince her many times that she should trust him, but she refused and spent most of her days yapping about her suspicions. It's exhausting.
 
 
   "I can't wait for him to get rid of his curse so we can mate thorough and thorough, perhaps when you're bonded deep with his wolf you'd feel less excited to query me about my trust for him," I addressed. I'd like to see the look on her face when Lucas mark and claim us as his and we do the same.
 
 
   Maybe then she'd see just how wrong she is and apologize for ever doubting this man.
 
 
   He's nothing like we've ever seen, though it's not like we've seen a lot, but he's better than all we've seen. No one has ever treated me the way he treats me since I lost my parents. My parents were the only one who ever cared for me, they were the only one who loved me and protected me.
 
 
   They gave up their life defending my existence, and for that I'll forever love them, also take the blame for their death. If it wasn't for me, they still would be alive and not dead.
 
 
   However, sometimes I can't help but wonder why we were living as rogues before we got attacked. Perhaps if we were under the full protection of a pack or among a pack, such wouldn't have happened.
 
 
   It's a question that'll never be answered.
 
 
   'It's time you and I strengthen our bond, Myra. You need to shift,' Salome spoke into our silence and I nearly halted.
 
 
   Why would she demand this all of a sudden? Doesn't she know or remember the memory attached to it? I've last shifted when I was kid and never again since then.
 
 
   It's still fresh in my head.
 
 
 
   'You need to let me out more often,' she added. 'I can't stay locked in here forever you know? You'd need to start letting me out.'
 
 
 
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   When my wolf suggested the need for me to shift more often, I couldn't refuse or deny such idea. She's right, I can't stay locked or attached to the past forever and ever.
 
 
   I got Linda to take me to the palace training ground so I can enroll myself, and we're standing on the field right now.
 
 
   Linda pointed at the training master to me and I'm pleased that it was a familiar face. "Wait here," I told Linda as I walked over to meet the master.
 
 
   He was unlike when I first met him, that time he had a bit of a friendly aura, right now he's as steeled and stoic as a metal could get.
 
 
   "Your Highness," Beta Neil bowed at my presence.
 
 
   "Good morning,"
 
 
   "Is there anything I can do for you, Your Highness," he ignored my greetings to inquired. He's far from friendly.
 
 
   "I'd like to join your early morning training sessions. As the future queen, it's only right I'm fit physically before anything else," I replied, playing the Queen's card Incase he had it in mind to decline me of the chance.
 
 
   "I'm sorry, but-"
 
 
   "Before you say no, please it's important. I'm sure you guys wouldn't want a-" I spanned to close the distance between us, I leaned my mouth close to his ear so I could whisper my next words, "I'm saying you guys wouldn't want a weak girl as your queen now would you?" I spoke into his ears.
 
 
   "I'd have to request the King's permission to train you so allow me take it up with him before I make any further decisions," he responded.
 
 
   "Or let me do the work with him and just go on and start training me, I'll tell him myself so bother less about him," I countered.
 
 
   "I can't, he's the King. Excuse me, Your Highness." He nodded at me before he stepped into motion and walked out of my presence.
 
 
   I just stood there amused. I scoffed as I looked around to see just how many witnessed him treated me like that, with little to no regard.
 
 
   Everyone was focused on training to give a fuck about me and him, no eyes were on me or him. Only Linda was looking at us.
 
 
   I'm getting trained whether or not he likes it, I don't care if he has to take it up with the King or the goddess even, I'm getting trained and that's it.
 
 
   I walked off into the midst of the training wolves, and they all stopped to fixed me a weird gaze as I paraded through them into a space right at the back of the gathering.
 
 
   I try not to feel heavy under the weight of their eyes, I mean there are girls among them so why are they looking at me like that? Or is it because I'm their future queen?
 
 
   What's a queen if she's so scared and unable to stand her ground against formidable foes? I have the mouth, I just need to be able to back my words up.
 
 
   When I said nothing they returned back to what they were doing, and I picked up a spear shaped weapon. My eyes zeroed in on the particular duo training in similar weapons.
 
 
   Their movements, and their skills. I focused, ready to learn.