ログインDEXTERAWas that a threat? That was the first thought to cross my mind after her strong utterance. The words hit harder than any slap ever could.Absolutely, she was right. Someone as influential and powerful as Thor wouldn't want a weakling up close. Yet, something in me wouldn't just settle for the fact that she blurted such statement to me in that manner.The audacity!However, instead of snapping back, I swallowed it all. Every sting. Every insult. Every doubt she tried to force into my bones.After all, she had just handed me something more valuable than pride; a challenge aimed to shape me into a better, more powerful person.“Fine,” I said at last. “Let’s see if I’m really as weak as you think.”Freya’s brow arched, like she hadn’t expected compliance so soon. But the smirk returned almost instantly.“Good,” she muttered. “Because I don’t train liabilities.”She turned around and began walking, motioning for me to follow. We reached the physical conditioning area and she took a
DEXTERAI straightened immediately, trailing after Freya as I forced myself to gather focus. Whatever had just passed between Deucalion and I, I shoved it aside. This wasn’t the place or time for it.Freya walked fast ahead without awaiting a response from me and I had to pace after her to catch up. The training ground stretched far wider than I initially noticed. What I thought was just an open sparring field revealed itself to be structured layers.Intentionally structured ones.Freya marched with purpose, her steps confident, as though she had memorized every inch of the place.“This,” she gestured, “is the primary combat ring.”The circular arena beneath our feet was marked with faint lines barely visible unless you looked closely. “Ranked matches happen here,” she continued. “Every fighter is assessed, documented, and placed accordingly. Strength without order is useless in Woodhound.”I blinked, glancing down again.Documented? Assessed? That alone was already different.In Bi
DEXTERAThe feeling of fear suddenly crept into me in fresh waves at the mysterious game playing out. “Who’s there?” I questioned again as I planted my feet firmly on the cold ground of the training arena, scanning every shadow and every rustle of leaves. Yet, there was no answer. I clenched my fists, crouching into a fight-ready stance. “Show yourself right now, or I swear, it won't bode well for you.” The familiar burn of adrenaline pulsed through me.From the corner of my vision, movement flickered as I raced stealthily around the wall backs on the training grounds which the person was shielding him or herself with. “I repeat, show yourself!” I tried to sound intimidating by deepening my voice which came out as a frustrated mewl instead.Before I could pass any more threats, a tall figure stepped behind me and I flinched, almost losing my footing.I spun around, and my gaze landed upon Deucalion.“Hell no! What are you doing here?” I nearly squealed in relief. In no thought of
DEXTERAI was momentarily dumbfounded at Freya’s out-of-the-blue question.“Train for what?” I asked flatly, making no effort to hide my irritation.She didn’t even blink. “Combat. Survival. The things you clearly lack.”A dry scoff slipped past my lips as I rolled my eyes. “I’m not interested in anything when you're involved.”Freya changed her position slowly, like a predator adjusting before a strike. “Careful,” she said coolly. “Refusal doesn’t make you untouchable. It just makes you unprepared.”I folded my arms tighter across my chest. “And trusting you makes me what? Stupid?”Her lips twitched—almost a smile, but not quite. “Alive.”I let out a humorless breath. “I’ve survived this long without your help. I think I’ll manage.”Freya tilted her head slightly, studying me like I was something she was still trying to figure out.“You’ve survived,” she admitted. “But survival isn’t power.” Her voice dropped. “And in this pack, power is the only thing that keeps you from becoming pr
DEXTERA“Please, I want these cleaned up and dried.” I beckoned on one of the cleaning maids working in the Alpha's kitchen.“I wouldn't like the Alpha to make a single complain or be uncomfortable.” I added and walked to the other end of the kitchen where the new cooking items which Thor's lead chef recently brought in were arranged.“Sure, ma'am.” The new maid replied before scurrying off to clean the wet place I pointed out.She had just been appointed to work in the Alpha's quarters, kudos to Thor who requested a change of all previous working maids in his mansion from Madam Sansa.A broad smile pulled at my lips soon after, as I recalled the reason he gave.__________FLASHBACKOutside the Sanctum...Thor's announcement rooted me to the spot and I forgot every other thing surrounding me. For real, it came to me as a total shock. Nothing in Thor's speech or action before that trial prepared me for it.For a brief moment, happiness coursed through me. Then it dawned on me that the
DEXTERADeucalion gave a signal to the errand boy standing nearby, who hurried forward instantly, holding a shallow bowl filled with an unknown, almost clear liquid.Deucalion collected the bowl and tilted it slightly to spill some of the liquid across the map in droplets.Almost everyone watched in anticipation, all completely in the dark about what was about to unfold. I tried to calm my anxiety so bad, but I knew deep down that would only be possible when the trial ended and I exited the crowd and the Sanctum as a whole.At first, nothing happened. Deucalion spread the liquid gently, ensuring it coated every corner of the map before setting the bowl aside. Almost everyone leaned forward in their spots, confused, while the map got soaked with the unknown solution.I tried to calm my breathing, but my heart continued hammering painfully against my ribs. About a minute passed, then the errand boy stepped forward again and handed Deucalion a 3.65nm UV forensic light pen. The small d
DEXTERAI shook my head, unable to comprehend the whole thing. Is this some kind of drama?Adding to my dismay, he uttered with the deepest of masculine voices I've ever heard. “Get ready. Someone will come show you where you'll be staying.”I wanted to hold him down, ask him more questions of how
THORAero wouldn't stop disturbing me for having Dextera locked up in prison. I wasn't too comfortable with it either, but she got what she deserved just like she said my sister deserved what happened to her. Sincerely, I meant what I said to her. If anything terrible ended up happening to Freya, D
DEXTERAI cursed under my breath and snapped my head away, mortified at myself after staring long enough to inscribe the details of his two hundred and seventy bone in the depth of my mind.Good goddess, what the hell did I just walk into?“Staring like that, do you want it in you?” Thor's cold voi
DEXTERA“You are now the Alpha's personal maid.” Madam Sansa''s voice echoed in my ears, as she dropped the bombshell casually as if it were nothing.I was dumbstruck at the information. It's been a week and two days since I escaped Alpha Thor's clutches. Thanks to Deucalion who stayed true to his







