Chapter 22 need it
AMARA'S POV
What is worse than someone knocking on your bedroom door in the middle of your peaceful sleep? Someone banging on your door interrupting your peaceful sleep.
The sound jolted through me like a punch to the ribs impatient, and impossible to ignore.
For a beat I lay perfectly still, pretending the noise was nothing more than some distant thunder, but the banging came again, closer this time, and the fragile bubble of calm I’d clung to in the dark popped.
"Amara, wake up." Lyra's voice at this moment was like cat claws gliding across a chalk board. I even regretted why I allowed her to pick me up for training.
"No."
My eyes still closed, I heard my bedroom door creak open and a cool draft from the halls slipped in along with the red head, Lyra herself. Turning away as quickly as I could, I pulled the blankets over my head and ignored her plea for me to get up. Even muffled under the duvet, the scrape of her boots on the floor sounded impatient.
I could feel the chill she brought in with her.
"It's training time. Get your ass up." Cool air nipped at my skin when she ripped the covers from me.
"What the fuck, what time is it?" I screeched, covering my eyes from the bedroom light she had turned on.
"Its six in the morning, now come on." I sat up, my eyes trained on her as I thought of a million different ways I could rip her apart.
But I could not be livid with her. I needed this. I needed the training. To fight for my freedom.
Slipping from the warmth of the mattress, I dragged myself into the bathroom.
Cold floor bit the soles of my feet. The mirror caught me and showed a girl with tangled hair and red-rimmed eyes and a jaw set harder than she felt. I turned the tap on, letting water run over my wrists until the chill pushed some of the fog from my head.
The fog was gone but my body still ached in strange ways, and a subtle warmth pooled in my core. My skin felt too sensitive, my breath catching for no reason at all. I blinked at my reflection in the mirror, realizing what it meant. My heat. It was starting. Too soon.
I wasn’t supposed to go into heat this early. But it was probably because of him.
My ruthless mate. That’s why it was happening now. She’d sensed him. And she wanted him but it was a mistake. This only meant, I was going to breed so soon which I didn’t want.
Shit.
I groaned then started to shower.
"Do you train this early every morning?" I questioned once I returned to the bedroom after bathing. Training was different from the one of my previous pack. We didn’t train this early and it wasn’t a mandatory, maybe that’s why Leander destroyed us so quickly.
We were so weak.
"Not every morning, maybe every other morning," Her statement was confusing.
"Anyway, we are used to it." She confirmed.
"I hate it here even more." Words blurted out of my mouth as I slipped on the new sports bra and my spandex shorts which were in the closet. Lyra bought these clothes for me, knowing that I will need them for training.
And just like before, she didn’t give me privacy as I was dressing up but I ignored it.
I decided to put on a little extra, on the account of my situation and where I’m. I put a T-shirt over my sports bra and some sweat pants over my shorts, hoping to avoid the mistake of drawing in any more attention. I didn’t want to have trouble with the Alpha on my first day to train with his beloved werewolves.
Especially not while I was in the early stages of my heat. The last thing I needed was unwanted eyes or the scent of my desire drawing in trouble. My wolf was already on edge, pacing within me, pushing at my control. She was restless, agitated, aching to be claimed.
"You're going to have a heat stroke in all that." Lyra scanned over my clothing before her eyes met mine once more.
"I think I'll be fine." I lied. She was right. I would not be surprised if I dropped dead out there.
I slipped on the Nike sneakers and confirmed to Lyra that I was ready to go. We walked out the room and down into the kitchen area.
"Come on, we train out back." She pushed open the sliding patio doors and I followed her onto the large patio.
Inhaling, I took in the morning's fresh air and the scent from the nature itself as other members practiced on the grass ahead. It was nothing like my previous pack.
Out here, tall skyscrapers and buildings were replaced by the tallest of trees.
The place was full of fresh air but the fresh air didn’t help much. My skin prickled, and that familiar heat simmered just under the surface, making me clench my fists and breathe deeper. My wolf stirred again eager, needy. Because he was here.
I followed her down the steps, each step bringing in another pair of lingering eyes that were shocked to see me.
Most of them it was their first time to see me and I read didn’t know how Kael was going to react. But this wasn’t my fault. It was Lyra's.
I inwardly reprimanded myself but still I felt out of place. All eyes were stuck on me like glue. Most of them didn’t like my appearance at all.
"Come on, train with me." Lyra tugged me toward a vacant spot on the field. Even after showing her my emotionless face, she still threw herself on me.
I ignored her and took the time to look at others. My almost optimistic inner wolf forced me to smack on a winning smile and a positive attitude as I met the pack I was 'destined' to be a part of.
The unmated wolves smiled, their exterior showing me friendliness. Smiles, winks, and gentleman-like gestures. However, I knew their inner wolves were up to no good. Down puppy. They all didn’t know that I was mated to the Alpha.
Mated females smiled and waved. Women who saw no competition nor threat because they have found their mates and were already bonded to them.
Then there were the eyes of the unmated females. Venomous glares that would slay me if they could. Pure animosity with no real reasons of actually loathing me so soon. Eye rolling, teeth sucking, lip smacking, and eyebrow raise she-wolves.
Some who knew that I was a scentless rogue were despising me.n