Challenge me

Chapter 3. Training

Can I come talk to you? I heard in my head, Colten. Arent we talking right now? I responded promptly, a moment later my door opened.

'Hey,' he said,

'Hey,' I responded with a smile and patted a spot next to me on my doona.

'I need your help,' he began,

'With?'

'The fight, will you train me?' His eyes became larger as he tried the puppy dog move on me, I had nothing against training him...but I was hoping to continue my own training in secret.

'I dont have much time,' his face grew sad, 'but when I do ill be happy to help.'

'Thanks Mikaela,' he gave me a hug, 'I heard about your argument with dad, Its unfair, you would be a great Alpha.'

'Thanks Colt,' I said, 'he didnt have to be such an arse about it,'

'You did kinda snap at him though,' he added,

'Yeah...I probably shouldnt have said everything I did.' I admitted with a long sigh,

'Well Im off to bed. Good night sis,'

'Good night,' I whispered as he left my room.

I slid my phone out from under my covers and looked through my contacts, when i found who I was looking for I dialed and the phone began to ring.

'Hello?,' a deep and husky voice said,

'Hey Tate? Its Mikaela Seagal from Alaska, the Iron Bloods.' I said quietly, knowing the rest of the household was still up and about.

'Its been awhile, why the sudden contact?' Tate replied in a sleepy tone,

'I need a favour, I need you to train me to fight.' I told him and then launched into my plan.

'You've got balls Mick,' he said,

'Dont ever call me Mick please, and i know the plans far fetched but youve seen me, if anyone can pull this off its me.' I said assertively.

'So you want a 29 year old Omega wolf, who doesnt have a pack or a mate to come to Alaska to train you to fight, where would I stay? Im pretty sure Mr and Mrs Seagal will not want the promiscuis Tate Markov to stay will you.' he said with a growl,

'I have a key to the old and empty pack house,'

'You know why I was kicked out of my old pack right? I was an Alpha in training.' he growled in frustration,

'I know the basics,' I said calmly,

'And you still want my help?' he questioned,

'Yes.'

'Ill be there in a week, ill email you details at a later date.' and with that the call ended and the plan has finally been set in motion.

When I woke up the next morning I had an email from the mysterious Tate with details on his arrival and meeting spots, times etc. Now it was time to drop under the radar and this wasnt my strong point, I was not looking forward to doing this.

'Good morning darling,' My mother chimed as I zombie walked down the staircase and into the kitchen. I mumbled my reply and made my way over to the cupboard and looked for something to eat,

'Do you reckon it would be wierd to have tacos for breakfast?' I genuinely asked, she handed me a plate of pancakes and nodded,

'You have a wierd appetite like your father,' she replied with a small shake of her head, a nostalgic smile playing on her thin lips. I sat down at the long wooden table, making sure my seat wasnt one of position as dad was head of the table and mum was first to the left, Colt first to the right as next Alpha. I chewed my pancakes thoughtfully trying to get the guts to put into play stage 2 of my plan.

'Zombie May rises,' Colt joked as he walked in from the garden, a red punch mark visible on his cheekbone. He sat down beside me at started to attack his food, I watched my dad walk up the porch stairs and slide open the glass door, now or never I thought and waited for him to sit. He nodded at me as he sat, 'May,' he aknowledged gruffly, not meeting my red sleepy eyes.

'Dad?' I asked innocently,

'Yes Mikaela,' he asked, not looking up but clearly suprised I had spoken.

'I just wanted to appologize...' everyones heads snapped up and looked at me, varying faces of suprise. '...for what I said yesterday, it was out of line.' I bowed my head at dad and waited to see if he took the bait. God it felt horrible to appologize, i didnt want to eat my words, I meant every single one.

'Thank you...Mikaela,' he said cautiously, eyeing me off before excusing himself and walking down the hall to his office. Not exactly what I hoped for but it was a start, I needed him to think I wasnt up to something, to trust me not to defy him again; a.k.a. dropping off his radar. It was going to be easier now the deadline was set and Dad spent hours with Colt.

After breakfast and an hour of mindless TV watching, I started my training by going for a run. I ran up the staircase, taking them two at a time and jogged to my room, changing into my running pants and a sports bra, no shirt

'Time to show you off to the world,' I said to my abdominal muscles in the mirror.

I jogged lightly down our long gravel driveway, my muscles warming up as my feet pounding against the ground began to sync with the song playing on my ipod. It was nice to be away from the house, it was always tense with werewolves, constant fighting and outbursts. Running also gave me a chance to run through my plan and its various checklists.

He was in line to become the alpha of the strongest pack in America when he broke a major rule, the pack was so disgusted the members scattered and started new packs. I had never found out what he did but... it was obviously bad enough for people to run from him. I thought he was a good person, an amazing warrior and trainer.

We met at another packs party, he snuck in to try and challenge the Alpha but when everyone realized who he was they attacked him. He almost took everyone out but had to retreat, still we became friends. As an Omega he didnt stay in one place very long so we didnt talk much. I had covered his escape so he owed me, now i was calling on the debt.

I got home and had a sheen of sweat covering my body, I ran upstairs to have a shower.

'May!' I heard dad say before i disapeared into the bathroom,

'yeah?' I called back, poking my head out the door,

'Where have you been?' he asked,

'Went for a run,' I said in a good girl voice,

'Oh okay, well youll have to cut back on all the exercise,' I gave him a questioning look, 'You need to learn more houseskills so everyday help mum in the kitchen for a few hours.' he said calmly and watched for my reaction. I wanted to scream and yell, he wants me to be a goddamn house wife! God lets go back to the 60's eh!

'sure,' was all I said in a calm tone and disapeared into the bathroom, fuming. I turned the shower taps on so hot my skin ached when I hoped into the stream, I let the loud water cover my screams as my frustration echoed in the tiled room. After the water brought me some clarity I was able to compose myself enough to continue.

For the next few days I kept up appearences, cooking, cleaning and doing various tasks. At night I would sneak out to the garage and do a few sets of weights of or go for a run. Nothing was going to stop me.

Finally on the Friday morning, Dad gave me permission to go visit my friend Carla and with the excuse to leave the house and borrow a car I set out to go pick up Tate.

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Hey guys! this is a bit of a filler chapter just to get dynamics going and to introduce Mr Tate who will be a pretty important character going forward.

Any ideas on her plan? I havent revealed much.

sorry for the spelling, im on my phone for the next few chapter while internets down. like, comment, vote and hope you like so far.