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1308 Words
Michaela's POV
"Wolves" I seethe but even as I walk away my hips sway, fueled by the thrill of feeling his eyes still burning into my skin.
As I exit the range of the trees, my senses begin to return to me and I chide myself for again falling into Weston Bradley's charms.
Its been ten years but it seems like mere days as my mind again races with thoughts of him.
Seems my teenage crush is back with a vengeance.
As I arrive outside the pack house I pause before instead turning back towards the training grounds..
.. may as well make some use of my time.
Kyan again shows his expertise, side stepping and looking around but never once acknowledging my presence.
His treatment, I find however, is not just specially made for me. Wolves within the group receive the same attention although even though our session lasts well over an hour I still can’t discover the pattern with which he decides whom deserves his attention. It’s certainly not skill based.
At the end of the session Kyan calls out the lucky candidates rejoining the trials and I can’t help but breathe my shock “what?!”.
As he slowly turns to glare at me I almost regret my slip up.
Pulling up my big girl pants I instead repeat “what?” Whilst glaring straight back at him.
“What?” He repeats, turning his body to face completely towards me now, an obvious move meant to intimidate.
“What” I return taking a step closer to him “what exactly are you doing? Or are you blind?”.
The warriors beside us now moving away, training session over and all of them wanting no part in what’s now going on between us.
“Am I blind?” Kyan closes the final steps between us, forcing me to look up at him.
“Who are you to question me? A nobody, exiled from the pack and a woman who doesn’t even know her place?!”.
His voice raises, ending in a loud yell, and I take a step back.
I shake my head, only doubting myself for a moment before replying
“First, we left. We were never exiled.
Second, I know exactly where my place is and right now it’s here, letting you know just how blind you’re f*cking being. It’s obvious that Oscar should be going back. We both know the only reason he’s here is because he had the bad luck to come up against Rich in the first spars today. How you could think he doesn’t deserve . . .”.
“Well” a voice sounds from beside us, making me turn mid sentence.
“Alpha” I whisper, coming down into a bow.
“Alpha” Kyan repeats the courtesy, falling into a bow beside me.
“Well, what do we have here?” He asks looking between us as I peak up to see my father, arms crossed beside him.
“And better yet, where is my son?”.
“Ummm” I mumble “wolf training?”.
“Ahhhh” Alpha groans “of course my son would find a loop hole. And on day one too”.
“And what exactly, Kyan, made you think you could raise your voice against my daughter?” Dad asks, stepping up to almost touch Kyan.
Kyan straightens looking a little agitated before Alpha clears his throat, forcing Kyan back into a slight bow.
“Your daughter was placing her opinions where they . .” Kyan begins.
“I believe” dad interrupts “I asked what made you think, questioning your actions, not hers. Here I thought I was looking at our packs future Beta” dad turns as if checking with Alpha Weston.
Alpha shrugs as if the thought hasn’t already been widely acknowledged “I was a Beta for over two decades and yet I never found cause to raise my voice to a woman. Perhaps your training has been lacking these past years” dad continues, circling Kyan before coming back to stand beside Alpha.
“Perhaps” Alpha agrees, “luckily Henry has agreed to return as our packs head trainer. . .”.
“For a year” dad corrects.
“Yeah, yeah shhhh” Alpha says, shushing dad.
“Did you just shush me?!”
“Only after you interrupted me”
“Correcting” dad interjects
“Correcting, interrupting sounds the same to me”
“That’s the Beta’s job?!” Kyan asks, looking between the bickering pair.
“Traditionally” is all Alpha replies before turning to me “find him. And next time he uses the excuse of wolf training inform him all his wolf training will now be guided by your father”.
“Yes Alpha” I nod before dismissing myself as dad and Alphas attention turns back to Kyan.
As I make my way over to where Wes left his clothes I see Jiren resting against the tree waiting also.
“He should be back soon” Jiren says in way of greeting without actually turning towards me.
“Hello to you too” I huff, crossing my arms as I come to stand beside him.
“Guess I shouldn’t be too surprised you two are still two peas in a pod, seeing as you’re not at all surprised to see me”
“Guess not” Jiren smirks.
“How many other babysitters has he had?”
“Couldn’t say” Jiren replies instantly, his smirk widening a little.
“Does that mean too many to count or . . ?”
“You’d have to ask Wes” Jiren’s smirk is now his eat sh*t smile.
“Jerk” I whisper before silence falls between us.
Minutes pass but I’m too stubborn to fill the silence.
Not like he will tell me anything any ways.
“He’s missed you. We all have” Jiren says softly, suddenly, and before I can think to reply I hear him.
Wes fast approaching but as I catch a glimpse I quickly turn.
“When did you become so shy?” Jiren digs with a gentle tap into my side with his elbow.
“There’s a difference between shy and outright crude” I reply definitely loud enough for Wes to hear.
“Crude?” Wes asks as his pace slows behind me.
His footsteps move closer, fingertips gently pushing a lose curl behind my ear before he whispers “you think I have something to be ashamed of Mish?”.
My mind races, praying to the goddess to form a sentence other than no.
“Hmmmm?” Wes pushes closer, his lips skimming my skin.
Jiren takes a step back beside us but it’s this small step that brings me back.
I turn quickly, shoving my hands into Wes’ chest and the suddenness of it all catches him off step, making him work to keep his footing.
My movements are quick as I again turn to give Wes some form of privacy.
I can still feel his breath on my skin so instead I cut the tension with a dose of reality.
“Your dad says to let you know in future any wolf training is to be accompanied by my dad. He’s the new head trainer or something whatever that means but I guess it also means he gets the babysitter part of the job I can’t do. Oh and just in case you forgot he doesn’t play f*cking nice, I wouldn’t ask for a session unless you have a few days to bloody recover from it”.
“Oh I remember” Wes mumbles a groan as I hear the rustle of fabric.
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