Reject Me, Lycan

Inside.The.Ring

The sooner Dad was done with the announcement, he dismissed everyone to their original duties. I went inside the pack house to see what Dad was up to. I urged to ask him why he suddenly decided this. But he looked busy, every single time I averted my gaze to him.

This prolonged my intentions.

Thus, my eyes scanned through the pack house. I could see Kate, ordering the Omegas and Gammas to prepare a chamber for the Lycan King and his elders. From time to time, her gaze swept towards the Lycan King but he wasn’t even paying her attention. His face contained a straight and beastly expression.

“Still up to no good as ever,” Leila breathed out, pitifully at Kate.

“Don’t worry about that b*tch,” I told her. Rolling my eyes, I strolled to the Fronters. I knew there was no way I could get my revenge on the Lycan King with his elders beside him, or my pack members watching.

Trying to lay a finger on the King was marked as treason. It was an offense punishable by the tenets of the werewolf community. Thus, my wolf was infuriated and my blood boiled in annoyance. I wore my hand gloves instantly, marching to the boxing room.

On my way there, a hand tapped my shoulders. Totally on guard, I took the hand, twisting it before smacking the unknown person down on the floor. I heard a yelp of pain from the trouble I had caused.

Panting, my face reacted with so much surprise at the person who had just touched me.

“Jennifer,” I muttered unbelievably. She was one of those people that was greatly affected when Ezekiel passed away. My eyes swept over her ginger hair, which she packed in a messy bun. I had always wondered why she had those freckles because she was never the one to always laugh.

I knew she came to train again, as always.

“As fierce as ever,” she stated, giving me a wild grin. I gently took my weight off her, giving her a helping hand. She stood up, while I patted her shoulders. We were good but was she okay?

“And always, I guess. You see... There are bigger ass h*oles out there,” I retorted savagely.

My steely blue eyes scanned towards her honey-brown ones. She looked disturbed too. Jennifer had been Ezekiel’s girlfriend while he was alive. That got us close because we hung out together at times.

“Shall we?” she questioned with a sassy expression. Whatever that cover was, I knew it was all an act. She nearly lost her mind after Ezekiel’s passing. Thus, she came here to focus on reality and pass out the pain she felt.

Besides, from the dark circles that hung below her eyes, I could imagine her sleepless nights too. She wasn’t the only one having nightmares too.

“You’re forgetting our Alpha, Missy.” Leila reminded with a snort.

“I’m not, Leila. I’m just looking for the right opportunity to attack,” I answered. I walked inside the ring with Jennifer. Tightening my bun and preparing my joints, she also got ready, wearing her gloves.

I enjoined the gloves together, positioning my legs in a ready move. She did the same too. We instantly began training exchanging blows. While she directed me, I ducked. And she also did duck too, when I threw a punch towards her.

“You good?” Panting and gasping for breath, I asked her.

“Yeah,” she replied, throwing another fistful blow at me. My eyes were directed to the dark circles below her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me,” I said, with a straight face. She laughed immediately like a psycho.

“Getting over him was easy. That’s life, you learn to live with things that are no longer there with time,”

“Don’t talk about him like that!” I forcefully let out, entangling her legs, swiftly with mine, in a way that affected her. She was on the floor immediately. Her face was locked in an amazed expression. It was like she almost didn’t expect that move.

“I know you still have nightmares of him, I do too. This hasn’t been hard for either of us, so don’t pretend it has been.” I seethed out. She gave me a confident look, even on the floor. Her eyes were becoming wet and moist.

She made a move, tearing herself away from me. The next thing she did was stand up. Facing me, she said,

“Ezekiel’s sudden demise was terrifying and I’m in no denial, Kat. In a sick way, I’m wondering how no one is affected. I mean, it was our today’s guest that murdered him,” she grunted out with a hateful and spiteful look on her face. She drew nearer to me, grabbing the collar of my clothes.

“I want my revenge on the Lycan King,” she whispered.

“Even if it will cost my life, I will take the risk,” she added. Through the corner of my eyes, I watched as her lean waist retreated outside the ring.

“We want that too,” Leila be-grungily commented too.

…

Towards the evening, I went to Nana Ida’s room. I often came to her, when I was under so much stress. From today’s happenstances, I was more than worried and tensed.

“Dearie,” she called out. I walked up to her, sitting down just beside her on the bed. My hands ran through my short raven-black hair, while I bent my head in distress.

“Is everything alright? What is the problem?” she asked me.

“I’m filled with so much rage, Ida.” I seethed.

“While a part of me wants revenge on the Lycan King, another part makes me question my sanity.” I spat out adding.

“And this is certainly not me,” I said, knowing I was not the one to mix emotions with what I needed to do.

“There’s something you need to know, child.” she started.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. Know that you deserve to be happy and don’t feel too obliged to do anything you don’t want to do,” Ida added, drawing closer. Her hand, which was wrinkled from her experience in life, held mine.

“There are various qualities of a true Gryffon. It’s in here,” she said, pointing to her heart.

“It’s in there,” With a courageous look, she pointed her hands to my chest.

“So, you decide for yourself,” she said. My head came in contact with her knees. And, like I had always done since I was a child, I laid down. She sang her usual bedtime songs to me while I slept.