Pack Adonis

Chapter 6

Ella

After kitchen, we had to clean the entire house. And it was huge, but more than huge. I teamed up with Rosalie. We did the west wing and cleaned out rooms, people staring in shock at me.

"A Luna should never even consider cleaning something. It's a big shock." Rosalie explained, I just nodded.

It was also a shock for me. But I had to accept the fact Ryder hated me, there was nothing I could do.I swept the floor of the hallways as Rosalie trailed behind me with dirty laundry.

A door flew open and Kyla came out, what seemed a bureau, giggling. She noticed us and smirked, she dropped her cup of coffee to the floor where I just wept it.

Behind her Ryder walked out. We looked at each other for a brief moment, before he took in the hallway.

"You missed a spot." He commented.

Kyla laughed loudly and my patience was up, but I won't give her the pleasure of me loosing my temper. That's what she wants, that's what he wants.

"Here, all cleaned up." I smiled fake, cleaning the spot.

"Come, Rosalie." I told her and made my way further down the hall to clean it.

They weren't worth my attention, except when they took down someone. Than they get to know the destructive Ambrosia, I would tear them to pieces.

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Monday came and I was released from the hard work for school. I wasn't trilled to go to school, I couldn't protect anyone if I wasn't present. But it was just a few months until graduation.

"Hey girl!" Rosalie laid her arm around me.

"Hey, babe!" I grinned back.

We laughed and made our way to school. The walk wasn't long, it took about five minutes. The school was big and wide, kids spread inside and I tried to take everything in.

Rosalie led me through the countless hallways to the office, where a sweet old lady was seated. My heart melted as she tried to pick up some papers, but failed doing that. I hurried to her side and helped her.

"Oh, thank you my dear." She smiled, her voice old and hoarse but still so sweet and tender.

"You're welcome, miss." I smiled back.

She sat down in her chair and put on her rounded glasses, which made her eyes enormous.

"You must be Ambrosia Knight, our new Luna." She beamed, I nodded.

I tried to push away the sad feeling in my chest. Ryder had took my duties away from me, I didn't even deserve the title.

"Yes." I replied friendly.

"Well, here's your schedule and a map of the school. You need to let each teach sign this, alright?" She explained, I took it all in and nodded.

"Thank you, miss." I thanked her.

"Have a great first day, Luna." She smiled brightly.

Again the same sad feeling. I just smiled and made my way out to Rosalie who stood standing next to me.

"Oh, we have all our classes till lunch together. Come on!" She squealed and pulled me along.

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My last class was Pack History. I used the map to find my way to class A003. I found it with ease, I walked in the classroom that was filled with freshmen. Frowning I looked at my schedule, it said A003. And so did the door. Did they make a mistake or-

Hands squeezed my shoulders and a great sensation went through my body, making me bite my lip. I turned around to see Ryder. What the hell was he doing here?

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"Schedule." He demanded.

I frowned, but he grabbed it from me. He walked to the desk and signed it. What was he doing? Why was he even here? And why can't I act normal around him?!

"That's for the teacher-" he cut me off.

"I'm the teacher, miss Knight. Go get a seat." He commanded, always using the same authorized voice.

"But I'm a senior." I objected.

"You're new in the pack." He corrected me.

I looked back at the class, who eyed us in shock. A bit embarrassed I took a seat in the back, as far away from Ryder as possible.

The class was interesting, especially hearing Ryder talk. His voice was delicious and I couldn't stop myself from crushing on him. But I wasn't the only one, every girl in the classroom did. It made me angry and...jealous.

I wanted to rip their heads off for even looking at him. This mate bond is getting really irritating.

The class ended and I collected my stuff. At home physical training stood waiting for me. I don't like fighting, since I think verbally fighting is my best department. But I would feel safe if I know how to defend myself.

I had quickly changed in some leggings and a tank top. To be honest I was nervous when I walked into the trainings room. Everybody was fighting and it looked really rough. I may be rough by words, but with fighting...I don't know.

It's just because I've never done it before. The others looked like they've been doing this since the day they were born, which they probably did. But I was a victim, nothing was easy for me.

"AMBROSIA! WHO IS AMBROSIA?!" A voice boomed through the room, making it go quiet.

I swallowed loudly and slowly raised my hand when I came in view of it. And I'm saying 'it', because I don't now whether it's a girl or a boy. It had messy brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and the biggest pimple on its nose. I tried not to look at it, but I was so distracting.

"That's me." I managed.

Its thick eyebrows frowned, but you barely noticed since its eyebrows already touched each other.

"You've got to be kidding me!" It laughed.

I frowned as it walked around me, taking me in. It only laughed harder and pointed at me like I was some joke.

"What's so funny?" I asked, glaring.

It stopped laughing and came so close to me I could smell the dirty sweat. It made my eyes tear up and I knew I was going to vomit soon. Deodorant isn't that expensive.

"Listen up, you spunk! You don't talk to me like that, I'm your trainer. You respect me." It pushed me so forcefully I was smashed to the floor.

I grunted and raised myself up, glaring at her. Her face was red and some veins popped out in her neck and on her forehead. She bumped into my shoulder passing me to head over to the dummies.

"I can go as wild as I want on you. You're a joke, even lost your title." She grinned devilishly.

I grew quiet and watched her go. The feeling of failure filling my body and the hole in my chest burning, making my pain grow even more. And I hated it, being torn down and hurt. But I wasn't strong enough to fix myself.