Luna's Obsessive Rogue

CHAPTER11

NIKLAUS

I was lurking in the shadows at the edge of the clearing, like some kind of mysterious ninja. The night wrapped everything in darkness, but the moon was doing its best to spill some light through the trees. And there she was, swinging that sword of hers like she meant business.

She moved with such grace, and that sword gleamed in the moonlight. It was like she was in a dance with her own frustration and determination, slashing at the air like it owed her money. Trees didn't fare too well either – they got some deep cuts and bruises as if they were the ones who ticked her off.

The sound of that sword cutting through the air was almost poetic, echoing through the quiet forest. I could feel the weight of her emotions in every swing, like she was taking out all her inner struggles on those poor trees.

I couldn't help but feel for her. Rejection sucks, and I've seen it in the way those recruits treat her on the training grounds – like she's invisible. But here, under the night sky, she was a warrior on a mission, giving a giant middle finger to society's rules.

So, I just stood there, watching in awe. In her rebellion, I saw a bit of myself – a reminder of my darkest times when I was nothing but a Rogue, who was betrayed by everyone and was left alone to see through the harsh reality of the world.

I watched her swing that sword like a pro, I couldn't help but scratch my head in disbelief. I mean, just a while ago, I had dragged her into the swordplay lesson knowing she had zero clue about handling a blade. I'll admit, part of me did it to poke fun at her, to see her flounder in front of the other recruits. But now? Now I was seriously impressed.

Where the heck did she learn to handle a sword like that? Was she secretly training in her spare time or what? It was like watching a ninja in action, every move calculated and smooth as butter. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

I realized I had totally misjudged her. She wasn't just some newbie struggling to keep up – she was a freaking natural, a hidden gem among us. And here I was, feeling a mix of pride and guilt for underestimating her.

As she kept slicing and dicing those trees, I couldn't help but wonder what other tricks she had up her sleeve. Maybe I should start taking her seriously from now on.

I watched her, a sinister thought crept into my mind, and I found myself conversing silently with my wolf companion, Nick. "You know, Nick," I murmured inwardly, "maybe it's time we started playing dirty. Maybe it's time we start tormenting her, just to see how far she can bend before she breaks."

Nick growled softly in agreement, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. "I like the way you think, boss," he rumbled in my mind. "Torture her, make her suffer. And then watch as her mate, Matt, slowly withers away with each pang of pain she feels. Physical or emotional, it doesn't matter. Pain is pain, and it's a powerful weapon."

I couldn't help but smirk at the idea, a cruel satisfaction bubbling up within me. The thought of seeing Matt writhing in agony, unable to bear the suffering of his beloved Crystal, sent a thrill down my spine.

But even as I entertained these dark thoughts, a small voice of reason whispered in the back of my mind, reminding me of the line I was about to cross. I pushed it aside, dismissing it as weakness. After all, in this game of power and dominance, there were no rules – only winners and losers.

And as I continued to watch her, swinging that sword with a deadly grace, I made a silent vow to myself. I would break her, one way or another. And when I was done, there would be nothing left but ashes and despair.

I was, trailing behind her as she trudged back to the barracks, looking like she'd been through a war. I kept my distance, not wanting to spook her.

"MAYNARD," I called out, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. "Where have you been ?"

She turned to me, looking a bit startled, like she hadn't expected anyone to notice. "Oh, you know, just practicing," she replied, her voice a little shaky. "Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd work on my moves."

I nodded, "Yeah, well, just so you know," I said through gritted teeth, "lights out at 8 pm sharp from now on. And no sneaking out. Got it?"

She blinked at me, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst. "Uh, yeah, sure," she mumbled, looking away.

I stormed past her, not bothering to wait for her response. As I entered the barracks, I called out to everyone, my voice filled with anger. "Lights out at 8 pm, and no exceptions! Anyone caught sneaking out will face serious consequences. Got it?"

The recruits murmured their agreement, casting nervous glances at each other. I could sense their unease, but I didn't care. They needed to understand that rules were rules, and I wasn't about to let anyone jeopardize their safety.

I stormed past her, all pissed off and everything, I couldn't help but notice how she looked. Even in her tired state, drenched in sweat and breathing hard, there was something kinda hot about her. My body reacted in a way that caught me off guard, a surge of desire running through me despite my anger.

I tried to shove those thoughts away, you know, focus on the task at hand, but her image stuck in my head, lighting a fire within me that I couldn't shake. It was like some primal instinct kicked in, pulling me towards her in a way that made no sense.

Letting out a big sigh, I forced myself to get back on track, thinking about the rules and what would happen if they got broken. But deep down, I knew that the memory of her, all sweaty and breathing hard, would stick with me long after the lights went out.

And As usual, I couldn't catch a wink of sleep that night. The whole evening had left me feeling all jumpy and on edge, and no matter how hard I tried, sleep just wouldn't come. But when I finally managed to doze off, it was like stepping straight into a nightmare.

Those damn nightmares from five years back came flooding in, hitting me like a ton of bricks. It was that same old night when I was being chased through the woods by those hunter wolves Alpha Jackson sent after me.

Man, it felt like I was right back there, running for my life with those snarling beasts hot on my heels. The memories were so damn vivid, like they were happening all over again.

I tossed and turned in bed, trying to shake off the nightmare, but it had me in a chokehold. No matter what I did, I couldn't break free.

Then, bam! I jolted awake, gasping for air and sweating buckets. My heart was racing like crazy, and I couldn't shake off the lingering terror from the dream.

I sat up in bed, trying to calm myself down and get my breathing under control. But those memories from that messed-up night kept haunting me, like some kind of bad movie on repeat.