Three Alphas, Fated To One, Played By One, But Mated To One-Chapter 75: The Beginning of Something

I ignored them. Completely

It was the only way to keep control of the situation.

If I paid attention to Mike and Karl staring at each other like two territorial wolves ready to tear each other apart, things would only escalate.

And right now, escalation wasn’t what I needed.

At least, not yet.

So I turned my back on both Alphas and walked toward the training area again.

My muscles were already warm, and fatigue had started to set in, but the brief interruption had cooled my momentum.

I rolled my shoulders slowly and stretched my arms before facing the training dummy again.

I needed to get in the best shape soon. Without the ability to protect myself inside the pack, even if I was no longer a slave, I still wouldn’t be safe.

Today’s situation with Boris was a good example of what was to come.

Now, I need to focus on training.

The first punch landed against the leather surface with a dull thud.

Pain shot up my knuckles. And I welcomed it.

That was another thing to notice. Werewolves have tougher skin and bones and don’t use the same equipment to train as humans do.

Even though the design is the same, the material is different.

Eight years ago, my body had been strong enough to spar with trained warriors.

Eight years ago, I had dreams.

Then everything had been taken away.

Now, I was taking it back. One step at a time.

One punch.

One kick.

One step.

My breathing remained steady as I repeated the simple movements.

Behind me, I could feel their gazes.

Mike and Karl. Together with that beta and the judgemental gamma.

But I ignored their existence completely.

After several minutes, sweat began sliding down my back.

My arms trembled slightly from the unfamiliar strain. My body had suffered years of malnutrition and abuse and recovering couldn’t be achieved overnight.

But that didn’t matter. Progress was still progress.

"You’re pushing too hard."

Karl’s voice sounded behind me.

"I know my limits."

I didn’t know whether it was genuine concern or it was an act, but I still responded.

I didn’t stop punching.

After a long time, I finally turned around, and was surprised to find the four people still there. Watching me train.

"You are still here?" I asked in surprise.

Karl was leaning against the wooden post again, watching me with that infuriatingly relaxed expression.

"Of course."

"Why?"

He smiled slightly.

"I told you. You’re interesting."

The same statement.

I scoffed.

"You must have a very boring life."

He chuckled.

Before he could respond, another voice cut in.

"You should go and rest. You have trained longer than you should for a first timer."

I stiffened slightly but quickly forced myself to relax.

It was Mike and I felt my heart flatter a little.

He had walked closer without me noticing.

His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable.

Was he concerned about me? Did he care about me?

These questions surfaced in my mind, but then, I remembered how he usually treated me and I snuffed that feeling.

I couldn’t let such a trivial thing sway my resolve.

"You haven’t trained in eight years," he continued. "Your body cannot handle such intensity."

I wiped sweat from my forehead while thinking to myself, ’Wasn’t it your father’s fault that I couldn’t train for those eight years? Your father turned me into a slave, how was I supposed to train?’

"I’m not asking for permission."

I didn’t show him any courtesy when I remembered my father’s death.

Sometimes, I was tempted to just explode,but I know that my strength is not enough.

His jaw tightened visibly and for a moment neither of us spoke.

"You are the Luna now. You should act like one."

He finally said and I proceeded to roll my eyes.

What Luna? Innocent can take that seat if she wants it.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You represent the pack."

I almost laughed.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?"

His eyes darkened and I was scared he would hit me like he used to, but he held himself back.

I guess he was more bothered about the fact that I didn’t want to be Luna than the fact that I was the Luna.

"You ought to show restraint. The pack needs its reputation too."

That was another thing I couldn’t understand. The Night claw pack cares more about reputation than the people, but it always comes at the cost of others sacrificing.

"Did it mean something when I was being treated like a slave inside this pack?"

The air between us went cold. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Mike’s expression hardened.

Everyone went quiet.

Even Karl, who wore an amused expression on the side, didn’t say anything.

"You didn’t care about pack reputation back then," I continued calmly. "So why pretend to care now?"

Mike’s voice turned colder.

"That situation was different."

"Was it?" I asked sarcastically.

Seeing his face changing like a color pallet due to anger, I smiled.

A satisfied smile that would probably be described as sinister.

I have decided that in my path for revenge, I will take whatever I can. Even if it is an uncomfortable feeling for those who wronged me.

I studied Mike’s face for a moment. Then I shrugged and turned away again.

"It doesn’t matter anymore."

The conversation was pointless.

Mike had never cared about me before. I doubted he suddenly started now.

I resumed my movements.

This time my muscles burned faster and fatigue crept into my body. However, I didn’t stop. Nothing could stop me from becoming stronger.

I need strength.

Because the road ahead was going to be ugly.

After another thirty minutes, my arms finally gave out.

I stepped back from the dummy, breathing heavily.

Karl pushed himself away from the fence.

"I think that’s enough for today."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Wow! Look who’s giving orders now." I teased as I picked up my towel from the fence and wipes the sweat dripping from my face.

He walked closer and picked up a water bottle from the bench before tossing it to me.

"I am not giving orders, just concerned."