The New Ruler

Preview of Chapter 8

3rd Person's Pov

'The fuck!?'

'ouch! Shit what's with the traps!?!'

'That Bitch!!'

Multiple groans can be heard from a mile, yet Lyca just casually sipped her wine and surfing for latest updated about the Showbiz World. Did i already mentioned that Lyca is a international Superstar, for a couple of months? She suddenly quit though. Reason? She's Lazy.

It was already dawn when all the pack members finished their 'warm up'. Lyca already changed clothes and took a bath before they even finished. Sweats dripped down their body continually.

"All of you took so long. Can a simple warm up do that to all of you. No wonder you need help" she mumbled the last part; the first and second sentence alone earned a lot of complains from the pack. But did she care or even bothered listening to them? No, she didn't even spared them a single glance which made them even more frustrated. Zack went up to her and stood infront of Lyka.

"Bitch, if you're just doing this to make me come back to you. Then you're just wasting your time! Who would want a mate like you?" Zack smirked, while she just raised a brow.

"Do i look like i care? Go back to your warm up lesson pup, if you don't want to be beaten into a pulp" she sipped into her drink she got from who knows where. Not minding the angry wolves' glare.

She swept a cold gaze at them that made them shut up. She stood up and walked infront the door.

"I'll give you 30 minutes to eat, shower, and brush your teeth. Then go outside to finish your lesson" then she went out, not minding the groans and whines of the grown up people.

'is she even human?' everyone thought.

"30 minutes starts now!" and out she went.

As they did what was asked. Lyka went inside and called her mother.

"Sweetiiee!!" The other line sweetly called.

"They're beyond hope..." Lyca went straight to the point.

"They can't be that bad. Besides, you've only been there for like a day or two." Her mother reasoned out and a chuckle was followed.

"They can't finish a warm up without complaining that it's hard." Her eyes flashed a dangerous glint after she recalled how aweful the pack did with their warm up.

"Oh Lyca, not everyone is as cold as you. Some people really are more whiny than others." A small smile went to Arlyka's face as she imagined her daughter getting annoyed how badly the other pack did.

"They thought that it was the training session already." Lyca coldly stated. Bloodlust coming off her as she was once again reminded by the scene.

"Oh... But that isn't my problem anymore!" Her mother didn't even bother helping her out.

Lyca looked at her surroundings and saw a messy scene. Guys were fighting and flexing their muscles to boast, a cat fight was happening in the corner that no one cared about, kids are playing around with water guns breaking expensive and antic vases along the way, mothers gossiping not minding their kids get hurt, and others making out in the couch. The floor was dirty with mud, there were chips on the couch, the TV was hit by a baseball not long ago when she stepped into the house, the carpet was ripped into shreds, and weapons are literally scattered on the ground.

"Get Oliver here, he'll replace me." Lyca then turn off the call.

It's not that Lyca can't handle this pack and train them. She just doesn't like to train some people who aren't giving their best. Oliver is her pack's trainer and torturer. Although not as good as her, he'll definitely have fun in this kind of group. Give him a week and this pack will turn into obedient puppies. Of course that includes a few deaths here and there. What do you expect from a official pack torturer? Give them candies until they obey?