006 Sparing

Gwyneth

There was a knock on my door the next morning, and I hurried to see who it was. I opened the door to find the brown-haired guy staring at me. I believed he was Alpha Marcus' beta, but I couldn't care less.

"What do you want?" I asked him, sounding short and uninterested.

"Good morning Gwyneth; I am Beta Micheal." He said, introducing himself. I knew who he was, I just did not see him as my beta.

"What do you want?" I asked him, and he smiled at me. There was a glint in his eyes that made me believe that whatever he had to tell me wasn't good.

"Alpha asked me to train you," he said, and I frowned at him.

Why would Alpha ask him to train me? I was already a trained warrior; I could take care of myself. I did not need Micheal training me.

"For what?" I asked.

"Get ready. Training starts now. Meet me in the training room." He said and turned away. He must have me twisted to think he could just come here and order me.

"Tell your Alpha to come to get me himself!" I told him and slammed the door.

I sat on my bed, angry and frustrated. Why was this guy trying to get under my skin? Why couldn't he just leave me alone, act as if I did not exist? Why couldn't he just allow me to forget my situation? I sat on the bed, worried and uneasy.

"What do you think you are doing?" I heard Marcus's intrusive voice in my head.

"What does it look like?" I asked him.

"Get dressed and meet Micheal in the training room now!" he ordered using his alpha tone, but I was skilled at battling compulsion.

"Unless he is going to screw me, then he has nothing to teach me," I said to him, and he was silent.

Since he did not answer, I believed I had won the argument. I took my yoghurt from the breakfast tray that I was served and decided to reward myself with its delicious taste.

Someone broke my door, and I immediately took a fighting stance on the floor. I stared at the door, teeth out, claws elongated and growling. Then I saw Alpha Marcus and relaxed.

"I can't believe you broke the lock," I said to him, but there was anger in his eyes, and I became scared. I tried to back away, but there wasn't much space to back away too. The man was fuming, and I did not want to be in the same room with him.

Alpha Marcus grabbed me and pinned me against the wall, but he tried not to be rough. I was terrified. I stared at him with tears of fear forming in my eyes, and he stared back with rage.

"How long do you want to keep disrespecting me!" he asked me, and I was speechless.

"When I tell you to do something, you should do it!" He said, and I managed to develop some courage.

"I am not a slave that you can order around. As much as I hate to say this, I am your wife and should be luna, but you have decided to disrespect and degrade me to nothing. I am not part of your pack, so I do not need to train with them." I said, and he drew away with frustration.

He laughed and brushed through his hair with his fingers.

"You must be a joke, Gwyneth Mackenzie. Everyone here can defend themselves. Everyone except you. I do not need a liability around me." He said, and I got angry.

"I didn't need any of you to help put down the rogue that attacked me the other night." I pointed out.

"Exactly, You almost died putting out just one rogue," he said, trying to make it seem like what I had done was insignificant.

I stepped to him and looked him dead in the eyes.

"If you did your investigation as an Alpha should, you would have known that it wasn't any rogue, it was an Alpha wolf that had gone rogue and secondly, I was blindsided and yet I survived it. Don't mess with me, Alpha Marcus. I am nothing like my father." I said to him.

"Get dressed and go to training," he said to me without the Alpha authority.

'Like, I said, Alpha, unless Micheal is going to be giving me some screwing lessons, I am not interested." I said and sat at the foot of my bed.

He came to me, picked me up and carried me out of the room. I knew kicking and screaming would not make him put me down, so I relaxed on his shoulder and decided to enjoy the free bumpy ride.

He got to a hall and put me down. There were a lot of people there.

"Gwyneth Mackenzie feels she is too skilled to train with us!" he announced to everyone, and I was a bit ashamed of myself. I looked at him feeling betrayed. Our conversation was to remain between us, but he had made it a public affair.

"What do you think we should do about this proud wolf?" He asked, and no one said anything.

"Very well, Alfred and Scot," He said, and two dangerous-looking men stepped forward.

"Shift and teach this wolf a lesson," he said and stepped away from me to watch. Leah became angry and ready to kill. My claws grew, my teeth elongated, and I began to growl at them. I was mad at Alpha Marcus for doing this to me. The man was trying to humiliate me. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Show no mercy!" I heard him instruct them, and some of the pack members were worried. I even heard some of them gasp at his words. I conditioned my mind. Leah and I were outsiders; we had to fight like one. Pitting two strong wolves against us meant he wanted to win our argument at all costs. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I was hurt, and I intended to take out my anger on these sorry asses. He told them not to show mercy; I needed to reciprocate the treatment.

Leah growled at them, and they growled back. One was on my left, the other on my right. Their eyes were yellow, which signified their wolves had joined the party. They growled, shifted, Jaws wide, paws aimed and leapt at me.