Reject Me, Lycan

Training.With.The.Lycan.King

The pack warriors trembled in gruesome fear, at the voice of the Lycan King. My legs were still on each side of Xavier’s waist, gripping him firmly, in dominance.

From where I was positioned, I stared at him with a death glare, after remembering what he had done last night.

“Try not to get yourself so much attention.” My wolf mumbled.

I got off Xavier, letting him to go.

Leila giggled at the fact that he looked like he was going to piss in his pants. “In the end, he was the one with zero b*lls, after all,” she said.

I was proud of her but it didn’t stop me from groaning inwardly, knowing I had to deal with this Lycan King. The sooner the pack members continued training and removed their focus from me, I walked to him, folding my hands.

My chest heaved in anger. Head, hot all over. He gave me an amused look, knowing he stirred me. And, it seemed like he was enjoying this show, after all.

“Why shouldn’t I train, Nick?” I arched my brows, asking him. His hands instantly clenched at me calling his name. I smirked, knowing he was affected by how I spoke.

“That will be Lycan King Nick to you, wolf,” he stated, with a gruff expression. I prevented Leila from drooling over his black t-shirt which, hugged his muscles. His biceps bulged every time his hands moved.

“Lycan King Nick?” I uttered, with a hint of mockery, replaying my features.

“Undeniably, that would do,” he answered. “Try to say it often,” he added, with his eyes boring into mine.

“If you want me to call you that, you’d have to earn it,” I stated, not intimidated in the slightest at the fact that we exchanged eye contact. While I tried to decipher the color of his eyes, my wolf distracted me.

“We don’t want to waste time over someone we’d still eliminate.” Leila stated.

His gaze darkened at me. Suddenly, his eyes flickered down, to a place apart from my face. I traced it, only to find them in between the fair share of cleavage that spilled from the sports bra I wore.

I gritted my teeth instantly.

“What are you doing?” I questioned, with a gulp forming in my throat.

“Examining if you obeyed your King, which you did. You kept my breasts perky as I did request,” he muttered. I narrowed my eyes, at him.

This primitive creature was something…

In the midst of all this, he said that?

Couldn’t he see I was trying to piss him off?

“So, tell me little wolf, what’s your request for this amount of compliance?” he asked, to my surprise.

“Here’s our chance. Just keep on training today.” Leila stated. We were still searching for the reason he had said we shouldn’t train anymore.

“This is twisted,” I told Leila. “He’s sick,” I added but she still begot reasons I should use this to my advantage.

“I’d rather be training than talking to you, Nick. That’s my request.” I chipped out.

“How about killing two birds with one stone?” he retorted, asking.

But I wasn’t daft.

His statements were more like something I was obligated to do. One move from him and he could order my execution. I knew it, but I wasn’t scared in any way, especially after finding out that this King had a sort of attraction towards me.

“His mistake,” Leila said.

“I grant you the honor of training with me, just for today or not to train with anyone else, at all,” he grimaced. I stared at him with disbelief, wondering why he wanted me to train with him or no one else.

Was he mental or delusional, which?

He had to be either of the two.

“Train with him.” Leila snickered out, advising me. “You might end up learning some of his moves and use it against him,” she added. I smiled at the Lycan King, knowing there was truth in Leila’s words.

“The former would do,” I replied, preparing my fists, once more.

…

My wolf ended up not quite right. I wouldn’t say she was wrong either. I had expected Lycan King Nick to get in hand-to-hand combat with me, but he did no such. As a King, he was surely graceful in his doings.

I should have seen that coming, instead of blindly accepting the offer.

There had been several things to learn. Many technological devices to master the art of how it was being used. It made me feel foolish. Everything I learned throughout my lifetime was useless.

Most of the things I spent days mastering, were what a device did in less than a second. I knew the world was indeed moving.

“What’s this called?” Delta Ryder asked me. Lycan King Nick had assigned him to coach me on the devices, while he sat to discuss with his Beta, regarding issues that were not my business.

From time to time, I could feel his glares bore my back, at my behind. But I marked it off as a thought. He certainly won’t dare.

“The Siren’s tool,” I stated. He nodded.

“Wrong, this is a Devil’s bead. It is spread out before one goes for an assigned mission. After being captured, it is summoned with this,” he said, about a code that was inserted into the body.

“From there, this explodes the room, then you’d be able to escape before you they even suspect,” he added.

“The Siren’s tool is this,” he let out, turning it on. My hands reached for my ears from the amount of noise the device made.

“Can’t you as well say that, without turning it on?” I asked, with my hands still blocking my ear hole.

He did as I said, only to switch it back on again. I glared at him. He seemed not to even notice I was looking at him.

His blonde hair, which was straightened along his face, covered his both eyes. It made me wonder how he saw me.

“When you’re outnumbered in any situation, you could try this,” he said. “Press this, and watch the magic. This is because it was made in a way that it affects the genes of the body.”

“The brain is affected and before your enemies have the time to think, you are out of there,” he stated.

“And my brain?” I asked him. He gave out a smirk, before turning to face me.

“It’s all part of the training. You will be taught how to endure and block out its noise,” he told me.

“The greater advantage is that you’re a Lycan. Your ability is doubled; thus, the inner strength lies in you.” He finalized.

Teach me everything.

If only you knew it will be used against your King. I thought.

…

I had a vivid memory of suffering.

It was from a disease called Down syndrome. I became slow in speech, my body found it hard to understand things quickly. All because I came out premature.

I had been so sick. My parents suspected that this was because of the circumstances that surrounded my birth. Since my birth was rowdy, in a blood bath war, Dad had regrets for not sending Mum away to her pack, till I was born.

I managed to live, but it affected me greatly. It took time to adapt, but I eventually did. My wolf quickened the pace.

“Besides we are powerful.” Leila constructed, bringing me out of my daze that instant.

“This is surely the reason for our rebellious nature,” I told her, while I walked into the kitchen. I looked ahead, only to sight Mum, preparing some food.

“Good thing you’re here Katniss, dear. Bring the eggs over here and commence breaking them,” she said. I sighed, doing as he said. With a whisker, I mixed the egg, while she chopped some vegetables.

There was an aroma of chicken that Leila smelled from one of the pots. It made me even more hungry. And, a little more, at the fact that mum was a great cook.

As I whisked the egg, Mum stared at me. The instant I felt her gaze on me, I looked towards her. But she looked back. Her silver hair was in a messy bun, while my jet-black one was still in the short bun, around my face.

“How are the nightmares?” she asked. Subconsciously, my mind drifted that instant, knowing they kept re-surfacing every single night. It was like a trauma I wished never happened, something I desired to be sidestepped.

“I still have them, Mum. It’s a daily dose of repetition.” I told her.

“You need to see a therapist, dear. I can’t continue to see you like this. That is your past. It will help if you’re able to fight it,” she stated.

“Really mum? Is that what you think? Because what I think is that every pack member needs one too.” I answered. I moved my legs to bring some chili and seasonings, dropping the can on the kitchen island.

“What are you talking about, dear?” I looked around, before lowering my voice into a whisper.

“The fact that you all welcomed the exact figure that was claimed to have gotten rid of Ezekiel, a prominent pack member.” I grimaced angrily, with my fists balling.

“You don’t know anything, Katniss, dear.” she expressed.

“At times, doing the needful is the best survival technique,” she added.