A Irrational and Naive Girl (Lesbian story)

I wanted a Tattoo, not Feels man.

" Again!" I look at Lyka grunting as I punch the bag. " Bambi I swear to everything that is holy if you don't hit the fucking bag right, I'm going to come down there." I looked up at the girl who was leaning on the rail of the training room. I rolled my eyes at her before I sat on the ground to rest. "What the hell are you doing?! Who told you to stop?!" she jumped down from the ledge towering over me.

"I'm tired, we've been working out for six hours," I whined laying back on the mat. " I need a break," I said rubbing my sore shoulders.

" Great idea baby go hop in the shower and then let's binge watch the twilight movies and make fun of them." Chloe came into the gym. She sat next to me on the mat and took over rubbing my shoulders. I purred at her touch making her giggle.

" No Chloe she needs to train. Her workout time is down to six hours she use to be able to push herself for eight minimum. She's getting lazy." Lyka began to tap her foot against the floor. She was obviously annoyed with the situation. I groaned lifting myself up on my elbows so I could get a better look at her. A random idea hit me that I knew would get me out of twilight and sweating.

" I want a tattoo I think." I grinned trying to get a rise out of them.

" What?!" They both screamed at me making me jump. Demora walked in drinking from an IV bag, I looked at her and held my hands out.

"Demora hungry! Feed me!" I whined she just rolled her eyes at me before dropping the half full bag on my face. I hissed at the impact but then smiled at the blood. "Tank you Demora." I smiled at her sweetly to which she just made a gagging noise at me. Before she wrapped herself around Lyka the couple had a moment. Then Demora turned her attention back to me.

" What did the idiot say now?" Demora smiled at me I flipped her off as I gulped down the copper liquid.

" She wants a tattoo," Lyka grumbled Demora just started laughing.

" Hey aren't the dogs having a welcoming party for Monica's pack?" Demora asked.

" Yeah. Why?" I answered her. I saw a glint of mischief in Demora's eyes, making me sit up fully.

" Let's crash it. I mean technically it's not going to be crashing it since you own Destiny's pack." Demora grinned at me before I could agree to anything, Mercy came in and stood in the doorway. She was dressed in a guard uniform I raised an eyebrow in confusion, but also in amusement.

" The queen is not going anywhere until that stupid rock is back." She warned us. " As of now, you're under high surveillance. Which means Lyka go see my father to get fitted for a uniform, you're her bodyguard."

" What?! No this is what I've been training for, so I could protect myself in situations like this." I said looking at my sister. She smiled at me moving to pat my head before what I assumed was a flashback from what happened a couple of days ago surfaced.

"Actually no. You trained for the throne and you won it, yay. But now that you're queen you can't fight, it's too risky." She told me before looking at Lyka and then Chloe. "Which applies for the two of you no more training with Bambi until we settle things, Lyka. Chloe, you can't fight at all either since the mate bond connects you two. Bambi if you die she dies and vice versa. Which also means no tattoos for the young queen."

"Whatever you say Chief." Chloe saluted her making Mercy roll her eyes at the younger girl. Lyka, Mercy, and Demora left the room shortly after.

" What a magnificent way to start off Christmas vacation," I whined looking at Chloe, she just shrugged at me. I jumped on top of her making her whimper as she fell back on the mat. I pinned her down by her shoulders as I sat on her stomach. " I could think of a few ways to pass the time, though." I began kissing her neck which made her purr the lower I got. But before I could enjoy my dominance I was lifted up and had my back slammed onto the mat. I was about to scold Chloe for being too rough until I heard her hiss too. I looked up to see my father now standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face.