CHAPTER FOUR

The training outfit was fitted—a little too fitted if you asked me. The top was a sleek black

long-sleeved spandex that clung to my frame like a second skin, exposing every curve. My

breasts were practically gift-wrapped, and the leggings didn’t help either. They were just as tight,

high-waisted, and black.

I glanced at the mirror and nearly scowled. Great. I looked like a fitness influencer prepping for

battle. At least I wasn’t flat in the front or the back, or this would’ve been a whole new level of

humiliation.

Something told me Darius intentionally picked this dress. The bastard!

I slipped on the white sneakers left at the edge of the bed and tied my hair into a high ponytail.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

Kellan stood leaning against the wall directly opposite, arms crossed and picking at his nails like

he had all the time in the world.

His eyes flicked up as he registered me—and then traveled down slowly, appraising every inch

of the ensemble. A grin twitched at the corner of his lips.

“At least we got the outfit right.”

I shot him a look and tugged at the hem of the top, trying to stretch it lower.

“Half right,” he added with a chuckle, pushing off the wall. “Come on. Follow me.”

We moved through the hallways in silence, the sound of our footsteps muffled by plush rugs. As

we descended the staircase, I began to take in more of the mansion. Marble floors. Polished

railings. Chandeliers that probably cost more than my childhood home.

This place was absurdly rich.

He probably got all the money from the packs he'd conquered.

Every staff member we passed bowed slightly to Kellan. Some offered him respectful nods.

Others cast curious glances in my direction before quickly looking away making me feel less

comfortable.

The stupid outfit!

I stayed close behind him, my shoulders tense and my eyes scanning

everything—half-expecting Darius to appear at any moment like some nightmare shadow.

Kellan led me through a pair of tall double doors and into a spacious kitchen that looked like

something out of a luxury lifestyle magazine.

A woman in a white apron greeted us with a warm smile and handed Kellan a travel mug

"His coffee. Two sugars. No cream.”

Kellan turned to me and offered the cup. “Here. Make sure you don’t spill it. Alpha Darius hates

messes. Especially in the morning.”

I took the mug carefully, trying not to roll my eyes.

“Why can’t you take it?” I muttered.

He gave me a pointed look. “Because you're his mate, remember? You’re supposed to serve

him now.”

My stomach twisted, but I said nothing.

I can't continue like this! That stupid Alpha is practically turning me into his slave.

And the worst part? The day hadn’t even started yet. I internally groaned as I let Kellan lead me

to his office. Thankfully, Alpha Darius wasn't there yet.

I released a breath of relief.

Carefully, I placed the mug on the table, careful not to spill any on the table that seemed to be

full of papers.

Kellan led me outside of the pack, as we began the tour. The packed house was big. Really big.

And more people were living there than I imagined and the worst thing¿ They wouldn't stop

staring.

I had finally had enough when two guards stopped to whistle as I walked past with Kellan.

I stomped my feet on the floor and folded my hands, causing Kellan to stop ahead of me.

"What is it?" Why did you

stop?

"I'm not doing this anymore. I'm not going to walk around the pack looking like a well-fed cow for

slaughter." I said firmly. "You and Darius are messing with me intentionally. Make me dress up

this way to show the members of your pack what a trophy you've acquired right? Now even your

guards are making funny sounds and having stupid thoughts about me."

He tilted his head to the left as the grin slowly fell from his face. "Which guards?" He asked.

"The two that just passed us," I said, pointing at the guards.

Daniel! Alvin!" He called out, his usual playful self slipping away. The two guards turned to face

their Beta. "Come over here."

The two guards ran and stopped in front of him, their heads bent slightly as they answered their

Beta. "I heard you two seem to find your Luna appetizing." I saw their throats bubble as they

raised their head to look at me and brought them back to the ground.

"No, Beta. We would never." One of them said, his voice quivering with fear.

"So you call your Luna a liar?" They both raise their heads in fear and I almost feel bad for

telling Kellan about them.

"For your impudence, I want you two to report yourselves first to Gamma Griffin. After that, I

want you two to give yourselves 50 lashes each—"

"Kellan, it's fine. I say but he only smiles at me and turns back to face the

men.

"Right after that, I want you two on patrol for the rest of the week. Is that understood?" They

both nodded and walked off.

That was too much." I yelled at him but he only gave me his

signature smile and walked on.

"Hurry up Luna, you have someone waiting for you." He called over his shoulder.

I wanted to scream! To bite something or punch something but I settled for counting to ten and

following him as he led me deep into the woods.

Waiting for us was a man in his late forties wearing a combat suit and leather boots. He had a

scar over his right eye. One eye was a milky white, while his other eye was grey. His grey hair was

neatly combed to the back and he stood like someone from the military.

"This," Kellan said as we approached him, " is Gamma Griffin. He'll be in charge of your

training."

I was beyond shocked.

"I'll be undergoing military training as well? What am I exactly? A soon-to-be slave warrior?"

"Nope, you're a soon-to-be unstoppable Luna," Kellan said as he began to walk away. "Have

fun!"

I turned to face him, looking at him from head to toe once again.

"Have you had any military experience?" He asked, his voice thick and croak.

"Why am I being trained in the middle of the woods?" I asked, curious. There were other better

places I possibly could train in.

"So others won't see your shortcomings. No one will hear you beg here." I didn't know if that was

supposed to calm me or scare me but I did know something, though.

Something important.

"Can I at least ease myself before we continue?" I asked in my most sincere voice.

The question left him unstable because his stoic expression changed to something a little

embarrassed. "Ah...sure. You can go deeper into the woods. I'll wait here." He said, scratching

the back of his neck.

I smiled nicely at him and began walking deeper into the woods. My pace slowly increased as I

moved deeper. Before I knew, I was sprinting.

Close to the pack's borders, right? Let's see how close.