The Mark of an Alpha

Chapter 24

"-could you do that? What part of going slow didn't you understand! Così sbadato!" I recognized Noah's voice immediately. 

"I'm sorry. I couldn't stop fast enough, it looked like she was going to block it." Dante.

What was he doing there?

 "I don't care! You never should have let that happen to begin with, you will not be training her anymore, avrete finito, your finished!" Noah was angry, beyond angry, the tone of his voice made me want to flinch. I knew he was in a different room without opening my eyes, but even then I could still hear them so clearly. 

"No, Alpha! I am sorry, it won't happen again. Please." Dante's voice was much smaller, muffled by the construction of the walls.

 "This is not up for argument, Dante. Look what has happened already! Non avrei mai dovuto lasciare ti alleni lei." I heard a thunderous: Noah had punched the wall. The anger from his voice sank into the contents of my stomach, hinting at me to feel his emotions. I tried to push it away, and focus on my own, but I could barley decipher which emotions were my own.

"But, who will-"

"I will train her myself! Now go, lasciare!" Authority oozed out of each syllable and even I was left frightened. Though that fear was clouded over with a much stronger emotion: fury. It was so strong I almost mistaken it from originating from myself.

I blinked opened my eyes, nauseated by all the strong emotions rolling in my stomach, and noticed myself in Noah's room. I propped my weight onto my elbows and listened for any signs of additional argument, but after a couple of silent seconds I realized Dante must have left. I pushed off the silky sheets and made my way to the door, positive that he would have still been close by.

Dante didn't deserved to be yelled at, it wasn't his fault that I lost focused and he punched-I inhaled sharply.

 My eye. I nearly completely forgot about it. Standing there in thought I reached up and touched the tender area. I winced, it defiantly still hurt. I walked over to Noah's mirror and inspected the damage. Another gasp escaped my mouth. My entire left eye was encased in the midst of various shades of purples and blacks, swelling out to demand attention. I was aware I had been hit, but I thought I would heel much rapidly, wasn't that a perk of being immortal?

 I reached up and lightly traced the edges of the injury, ignoring the demanding. The bruising cascaded down to my cheek, clawing the soft skin in a tangled battle for dominance between reds and purples, it faded away before it could seize the edge of my mouth. It appeared horrible, greatly more painful than it felt.

I stepped away from the mirror with one last glance. I would need to find a way to cover the damage, but in that moment my mind was focused on finding Dante. I walked over towards the door and seized the handle, twisting it clockwise until I heard the familiar click indicating the reverse of the lock. Why was it locked in the first place?

I stepped out into the vacant hall and began my search. I didn't even make it around the corner of the never ending hallway before I got distracted.

The only other door located in the hall was adjure. Curiosity draped over the require to find Dante and I found myself leaning ever so slightly toward the door in hopes to catch a peek of the contents inside. The light shinning from within the room illuminated the shadows of furniture within. I took a step closer to get a better peak, wondering why I had never noticed the door before. Just as I took the movement I had longed for, a deep voice startled me.

"Skylar?"

I inhaled a breath of air at the sound of my name, but from the tingles I felt in my stomach I knew it was Noah. I stepped into the room, opening the door all the way to find that my assumption was correct.