Chapter 1: Decision
"Rebekah, your father wishes to see you," one of our many guards informed me with a bow as i finished fighting our best warrior and brought him to his knees in submission.
Extending my hand to our best warrior, Alec, i couldn't help but laugh as he ignored my extended hand and rose on his own with a scowl on his lips. Wiping his arm across his lip as it bled from my right hook.
"Come on! Don't be a sore loser!" i teased as he walked away, only to turn around and glare his emerald green eyes at me before leaving the training room. A promise for a rematch clear in his eyes.
Shaking my head in amusement i began to remove my leather gloves, placing them in my back pocket as i headed toward the guard that still stood perched by the double tall doors.
Making my way over to the door as i got closer the guard lowered his head, eyes to the ground as he began to lead the way. His otherwise overall posture poise and professional.
After all the twist and turns we arrived at my father and Alphas office door that then the guard stopped. Looking at him questionably as to why he suddenly came to a hault, at least until i heard what was going on on the other side of the door.
The sound of kissing and objects falling to the floor...
Yup, i arrived just as they were close to their 'fun' too bad it has to end.
Pushing the guard to the side i bang my hand hard against the door yelling, " Open the damn door!"
On the other side i could hear my pathetic excuse of a father sigh, then the shuffling of clothing. My fathers been this way ever since a bloody vampire killed his mate, my mother. Which is no excuse! I'm pretty sure my mother wouldn't want him whoring around with twigs with pecans for boobs.
Hearing the click of heels approaching the mahogany wood door i take a step away with my arms crossed and my eyes glared. Lord knows I didn't want to catch any diseases that came in with breathing in the same air as the white trash bitches my father seemed to have a taste for nowadays.
Hearing the door click open i stare at the blonde who clearly wasn't a natural from the orange patches in her hair who looks to be in her late twenties with a crop top and mini leopard skin skirt that could be considered a belt. She was a pack whore, the ones my father usually preyed on. Looking up she had the nerve to stare me in the eyes.
Looking her in the eyes i let out a warning growl telling her to back down since she is challenging me by looking directly into my eyes, which I wasn't about to let the bitch do especially in my fucking house. Instead she does the unthinkable.... she growls back! This bitch!
Quicker then her eyes could see i had her up against the wall with my lengthened claws digging into her neck, until I was satisfied with the blood trickling down her neck for my claws piercing her sticky skin. As i tried to ignore her putrid smell that smelled as if she hadn't bathed in a couple days and tried to cover it up with cheap perfume. When are people going to learn it doesn't help, it just makes it worse!
Once she realized i held her against the wall she grabbed onto my wrist that held her throat before she let out a pathetic excuse of a roar as she tried to get me to submit to her; as her claws grew, canines lengthen , and eyes to glow their wolf gold. Her ears going to a point. Though it made it difficult to even find her a little threatening for the fact her feet couldn't even touch the ground, even in the black stiletto heels she was wearing.
I could feel my canines elongate on instinct, and my already silver eyes change to a glowing silver as my colored vision enhance before pulsing red.(Like in Teen Wolf)As i could already feel rumbles of growls vibrating through my chest...
