Teaching the Alpha
1251 Words
I open my eyes early, feeling restless without Ian being here. It’s crazy that suddenly he too plays such an important role in my life that I find it hard to sleep without him next to me as well. I finally decide that going back to sleep isn’t an option, so I go downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee.
I’m lost in thought starring out the back window when I feel a cold hand on my shoulder making me jump and spin around.
“My apologies Luna, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“Alpha Ronan, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Would you like some coffee?”
“Black please” he said as he followed way to close behind me into the kitchen
I pour him a cup of coffee and as I turn around, he is right behind me almost backing me into the counter. “So, I heard you like to train early in the mornings, I would love a private demonstration of your. . . . . abilities.” He finished his sentence as his fingers touched the top of my shoulder blade and ran down my arm giving me shivers but not in a good way.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate, and I would prefer it if you stepped back.” I tried to keep my tone calm but authoritative.
He inched closer, bringing his chest closer to my head as he continued to stare me down.
“Or what are you going to do about it Luna? I can teach you some things that they could never teach you here, on and off the mat.” He smirked at me as he reached up to touch my cheek
The kitchen door opened, and Ian stepped in just in time to see me punch Alpha Ronan as hard as I could in the chest knocking him backwards.
“What in the f**k is going on?! What did you do?!” he demands looking at Alpha Ronan as he positions himself between us.
It made me smile at the fact that I managed to knock the wind out of him, I’m sure he’s not used to a female fighting back, let alone one who can actually hit like I can.
Before he could answer, Ian grabbed him by the collar and dragged him from the kitchen.
“I think it’s time you collect your things and get the hell off our territory!” Ian demanded, this time getting a laugh out of Ronan
“How dare you talk to me this way Beta!” He stepped toward Ian as if he was going to try to hit him.
Ian must have notified Aiden and Damien when he came into the kitchen because they flew down the stairs.
“What is the meaning of this?” Aiden roared. I have never heard Aiden this dark before
Without taking his eyes off of Ronan Ian answered him, “He put his hands on Camille in the kitchen”
In the blink of an eye Aiden punched Ronan straight in the jaw sending him flying backwards.
“How dare you come onto our land, into our home and you dare lay your hands on our mate!” Damien growled through a clenched jaw.
Ronan now stood, but his face was almost one of amusement instead of fear or guilt. He actually started to chuckle slightly.
“A misunderstanding young alphas, I simply was offering to spar and help train your young Luna.”
He was such a liar. He then pulled up his shirt showing the start of what will hopefully be a big and painful bruise from where I hit him.
“But she seems to already be excelling in her training.”
I could see the look of surprise from my mates realizing that I had hit him that hard and I could feel how proud they were through the bond. Damien and Ian even smirked as they looked at the discolored skin.
“She can take care of herself that’s for sure, but I think it’s time for you to start heading home.” Damien bluntly said
“Yes, I think it is. I will just grab my things and be on my way.” I could see he was mind linking, most likely to his men to come pick him up. “My apologies Luna Camille, I meant no disrespect.”
I knew he was full of crap but there was no point in arguing, I simply bowed my head slightly as an acknowledgment.
“I do look forward to seeing you all again at the ball this weekend” were his last words before he went to go grab his things.
Once he disappeared, I made my way back to the bedroom. I was now looking forward to this ball even less. Maybe I could fake being sick? No, that wouldn’t work, werewolves rarely ever get sick. Ugh, this wasn’t going to be fun.
I have been to several pack parties throughout the years, I even studied dance for several years but after Emberly died, I was never a fan of them.
Packs would usually host a party once or twice a year and invite neighboring packs to come visit in hopes that members who have not found their mate in their own pack, might in a different pack. It’s happened a few times that I remember and then the pair decides which pack to belong to.
Usually, each party would have a theme to it, and I guess Ronan is going with a masquerade ball type theme. At least this time I would have my mates with me to help me get through it.
Ronan must have left because all three of my mates burst into the bedroom door. Aiden reached me first and pulled me up into his arms.
“Damn Princess, I can’t believe you hit him that hard!” Aiden said with a big smile on his face before he kissed my nose.
“I wish she would have hit him harder!” Damien grumbled
“Well, she definitely sent him flying, I’m pretty sure she surprised the hell out of him.” Ian added
“I hate that guy; I wonder if there’s some way we can cut dealings with his pack all together. Maybe we can start reaching out to some other packs.”
“We could start looking into it, I don’t like him either but he has the next larger pack compared to us so I also think it would be wise to not make an enemy of him unless we have to.” Aiden added
“So does that mean we’re still going to the ball this weekend?” I couldn’t help the distain hanging from my words.
“Unfortunately, yes baby girl, we still need to make an appearance since several members of our pack will be going.”
“Alright fine, but I don’t really have anything to wear to a masquerade ball?” Figured if I’m going to go, I might as well at least look the part.
“No problem princess, why don’t you go into town tomorrow and find a dress. Damien and I have a lot of work at the office to get done before this weekend but maybe Ian can take you?” Aiden glanced over at Ian.
“Of course, I would love to” Ian replied giving me a wink
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