The Rogue King's Daughter

Chapter 1 The Training

Enya

'What are you doing here, Enya? You have a patrol shift tonight. I cannot let you train. You need to rest before your night shift!' Max, our Gamma, tells me. I know he won't be happy to see me on the training grounds before my shift, but I also know that, in the end, he will let me train. I know how to persuade him. He has a soft spot for me, after all.

'Come on, Max. You know I can't sleep during the day. I need to do something, or I'm going to go crazy! And the consequences will be on you, then.' I tell him, pointing my index finger at him. He knows me, he knows I need to be kept busy. When I get bored, I tend to get overboard with my comments and jokes, and more with my behaviour, and get myself in trouble. Then he has to save my *ss, because, let's face it, I'm one of his best warriors.

But that's not the only reason he is bothering with me and keeping up with my bullsh*t every day. After I lost my Dad, Max became a constant in my life, looking out for me and trying to fill the empty spot Dad's death left.

My name is Enya Redfang, and I am twenty-five. I work in the Special Forces in the Royal Pack. Our jobs are mainly missions outside the Royal Pack, in other packs led by Alphas answering to our Alpha King, King Kenneth Whitefang, and dealing with problems there. It may be uproar, protection of people, searching for people, whatever your brain can come up with. There's nothing we can't handle. We are trained hard to take care of every situation we find ourselves in, to protect ourselves in every situation, and to protect others who are with us, too. And that includes working under pressure or after a long time without sleep. When something needs to be done, we are the first choice of the Alpha King or the werewolves' council. We take orders and do what needs to be done, no questions asked.

Not that we are blindly following the King. Several steps and procedures must be followed before we can be sent on a mission. And in the end, every mission needs to be approved by Max, our Gamma, whom I trust the most. I know he is loyal to the Alpha King, but at the same time, he is a man who thinks twice before acting, making sure we don't overstep or abuse our power or status. After the King and his family, we are the strongest wolves in the Royal Pack. Some of us, like Max or me, are even stronger than some Alphas. Mostly the ones with smaller packs, but I'm sure I can handle even some of the strongest ones. I mean, I can stand my ground and not be defeated easily.

'Can't you just lay on your couch for once and not give me a headache?' Max attempts to persuade me to go home and rest, playing on my soft spot for him.

I raise one of my eyebrows. I would like to, but my older brother Tom is back from his mission, and Max knows. He also knows what that means. Tom is most likely having a 'party' with his friends at our house. I don't mind his friends if they behave and clean the house is cleaned after their visit, which is not very often, I must add. But I'm not the type to play video games with them. I don't know why they like it so much. There's often a mess left behind them. Pizza boxes are everywhere, with tons of beer bottles and empty packages of sweets and chips.

'With Tom's friends? As amazing as it sounds, no, thank you. They always make me nauseous when they burp and fart, and I want to claw my eyes out of my eyes' pockets every time I see them in their underwear lying on our couch. Why can't they just keep their clothes on? Is that so hard? Do you know I need to spray a whole bottle of disinfectant on the couch after their visit? And don't let me start about the stains left after all the junk food they eat! Do you want to bail me out of jail again? Because I swear I will murder one of them if they wake me up after I finally manage to fall asleep. Maybe I will kill Tom, and then you'll be without your best spy. Tell me, Max, do you want that?' I ask Max with a straight face. Tom also works in the Special Forces like me, but he's the one getting intel. His job is more dangerous than mine, but he's a pro. He's the best, and when I say the best, I mean there was never a better one.

I learned a lot from him. That means I don't have a chance against him, and Max knows it. I know I got carried away with my speech, but this situation is very desperate. And desperate situations deserve desperate solutions. Or desperate attempts to persuade my boss to let me train and not send me home 'to rest'. The truth is, I won't rest. And we both know it.

'Fine, but you better behave during your night patrol. Not your stupid jokes or pissing off our warriors.' Max warns me sternly. This sucks. The night patrol will suck! I will need to control myself, which is sometimes hard when you are around idi*ts.

'Did you hear what I said?' Max asks me when I don't answer. Not that it was a question, it was more like a command. That doesn't stop him from waiting for an answer. I'm not good with commands and obeying the rules most of the time. I listen to Max, and I can follow the rules while on a mission, but when I'm back at the Royal Pack, back home, I tend to listen to nobody. Except for Max, like I said.

It pisses people off, mainly the higher-ranked ones. What can I say? I have a wolf that doesn't take commands well. It's strange, though. Wolves always listen to their leaders, to their Alphas. It's in their nature. Our society, our packs, are built on ranks. Lower-ranked wolves listen to the higher-ranked.

My wolf is probably broken or something. She fights me every time we are commanded. It's not often, but still, she doesn't like it. Only Max has the ability to command us, and it's more about our respect towards him.

That's why I often find myself in trouble. My mouth is faster than my brain, and I have no filter. When I don't agree with somebody, I express it. And the higher-ranked wolves don't like my attitude. They take it always take it personally most of the time.

'Fine, I will behave. I hope you are happy.' I tell him reluctantly. I need to wait a few more days and then... Then, I will be sent on another mission. I can't wait for it. It will be spectacular!

'Happy is a strong word, considering we are talking about you, Enya.' Max says and starts massaging his temples. It became a habit of his.

'You will be so surprised after you hear about my night shift.' I tell him and wiggle my eyebrows.

'That's what I'm afraid of.' He mumbles. He knows me well.

-------------------------

'Hey, *sshole, put your f*cking feet down before I break them!' I tell one of Tom's friends when I enter our house. I just returned from training, hoping to shower quickly, eat something, and go to my patrol duty. Max was hard on us today. My body is sore, but I don't mind. Quite the opposite, I like it. That means my training was worth it.

What I didn't expect was to find all the guys already in their underwear, eating burgers half-naked. Gross. One of them is licking the mayonnaise from his chest. Urgh! They are such pigs! Even my brother is when he is with them. Speaking of Tom, I can't see him anywhere. Where the f*ck is he? He promised me they would wait for me to leave the house before doing their usual routine of being disgusting.

'Relax, Enya. Leave us be, we have a boys' night. And you have a patrol shift. You should probably go so you won't be late.' Tom appears in the living room, carrying cans of beer. I shoot him my death glare. He knows I hate this.... mess and everything happening in our house when his friends are here for their video game night.

I like my brothers to death. We are not blood-related, but that doesn't mean we are not a family. We love each other and protect each other. And piss off each other. Mainly me and Tom. He can be such a pain in my *ss when he wants to be.

'Fine, see you in the morning, Tom.' I say, and a plan on how to get back at him is already forming in my head.

'By the way, your favorite pajamas are in the dryer. You know, the pink ones with the cute little bunnies on them. Have a great night, f*ckers!' I say aloud to Tom, or more to his friends, while going towards the door. I'm done being nice to him. For today.

'What the hell, man? Pink bunnies?' One of Tom's friends asks.

'There are no pink bunnies!' Tom says, or better say growls, making me smile like a fool. Enya-Tom 1:0.

'You need to learn how to listen properly! The pajamas are pink, the bunnies are not.' The other of his friends explains. And I want to laugh. I close the doors just as Tom yells 'No pink and no bunnies!'.

I can't stop the laughter from escaping my mouth. I know I will pay for it later, but for now, it lifted my mood. Then my mood drops because I forgot to eat. I need food, or I will be a b*tch and break my promise to Max.