Taming Her King

ONE

"Rule one, don't run.
Rule two, don't hide.
Rule three, don't fall too long.
Rule four, don't back down.
Rule five, don't lose."

I kept repeating the words as I punched the punchbag in front of me. Over and over. I will not forget, I will never forget.

My knuckles hurt. Starting to feel like it burst. Sweats rained down my body. My arms starting to get a little heavy. But I wouldn't stop. Because pain is good, pain makes people become stronger.

"Give yourself a break, Celine. You've been training for almost the whole morning," my father's voice came upon my ears, followed by heavy footsteps of his.

I didn't. Ever since my mother died from a rogue attack, I vowed myself to become a strong warrior. Not just as a luna that I would soon be, but also a fighter that could protect my whole pack.

"You exaggerated it. I only been here for a few hours." I said, with only a side glance.

I heard my father's footsteps stopped a few steps from me. "You skipped lunch." He stated.

"I did." I replied shortly.

Ever since my mother died, the relationship between my father and I became a little distant. No family bonding every weekend, not even a joke shared. We busied ourselves with both our routine, growing a space that separated us almost as if we lived in a whole different world.

I know his reason, I looked a lot like my mother. I reminded him too much of her. And it scarred him, I know it did.

Noticing he hadn't left his spot, I finally stopped what I was doing and turned to him. "Okay, what is it?" I asked. It's not his daily routine things to stay around watching me train, so there's obviously something behind his action.

My father's face was unreadable like always, something I had learned through years. Being unpredictable. His once shining blue eyes looked so dull now, even though it still held a little emotion. So very little of those.

I got his eyes, that's what everyone told me. So very little difference with his'. His eyes were total night sky blue, while I had a little hint of dark grey in mine. But I didn't get his hair, his brown -almost auburn- hair. My hair was black, the color of raven. Just like my mother.

"Tomorrow is your birthday," he said slowly. "18, that's what you're going to be." So he did remember. "You're going to be able to find your mate, sooner or later. And I only hope that you would be wise when it comes to the decision of choosing between your mate and this pack you'll soon be leading.. That is if your mate is from another pack."

I let his words sink. I may not be close to him, but I held a great respect toward him.

I nodded. "Let's just hope it's not an alpha from another pack."

"Yes. That is what I'm afraid of too."

I chuckled a little. Unfortunately, it sounded almost too dark and cold. I could hardly laugh, didn't chuckle often either. "I'll be wise, as you asked. I'm whole for the pack, and no one can change that. Not even a mate."

"Careful with your words, Celine. You don't know how powerful a mate bond is." He warned.

Oh really? Did I not know enough? From all the hell I'd been through this whole year watching him suffer from the lost of my mother? Hell, I knew it so damn well.

"Alright. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to wash myself and get some rest." I said, walking away from the place.

"And Celine," his voice made me stop half way to the door. I turned a little, giving him a side glance. He stayed silent briefly, but managed to say, "don't forget to eat."

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