For the next three months, the two girls who everyone thought were sworn enemies, spent most of their time together.They ate together, trained together and hung out together. It was an unexpected sight for many, but an entertaining sight for people like Cleopatra and Ethan. As the duo stood in a room watching them, Ethan turned to Cleopatra, “I never would've believed those two would ever be this close. Does that mean there's hope for us?” “I'd rather kill myself than entertain the thought of us ever being close.” Cleopatra responded coldly. Ethan chuckled and closed the blind when the person they were watching was out of sight. Although Freya was walking alone and was on her phone, everyone who came across her knew the person she was texting was no other than Mendoza. “Leo Patrick's funeral is today. Do you plan to attend?” Ethan asked, glancing at Cleopatra. “He was my assistant. Even if no one says it, my presence is mandatory. And since I'll be going because the deceased wor
Freya stayed behind to train long after the rest of her team left. Because she attended a party Mendoza invited her to last night, she had stayed up all night and didn't have the time to sleep. So while her team trained, she spent the day sleeping. "You can continue tomorrow, Freya. Or you'll just end up wearing out yourself." Hercules, whose team if was, said when he saw her training on his way out of the training house. "I spent most of the afternoon napping, master. Also, having the training house all to myself gives me a certain kind of thrill." Freya revealed, briefly pausing her training. Hercules stared at her for a while before he shrugged, "Take it easy. Goodnight." Freya waited for him to leave before she got up on her feet. Standing in front of the stuffed punching bag in the shape of a man, she spent the next thirty minutes punching it effortlessly. "If you use that stance to fight in the combat tournament, your opponent will have a field day breaking your ribs." A fam
“Have you heard? The three true alphas are back. People are saying they returned because their presence is a mandatory one whenever the combat tournament is being held. But we all know they usually send their betas to represent them. Their coming this time is simple, to see their omega mate.” The master of the team, Mendoza was in, said, as they walked to the training house allocated to them early the next morning. His name was Ryan Patrick.l, Leo Patrick's elder brother and a master who taught the younger generations self-defense. He had been away for a long time taking care of tasks given to him by Cleopatra. But when he heard of his brother's death, he was granted permission to return by Cleopatra. He naturally had to choose his students when he heard of the combat tournament. And as fate would have it, Mendoza Barnes was one of them. Besides that, he had also heard some interesting rumors and came to the undiluted conclusion that the omega had something to do with his brother's
"This was outside. It has the name Marinette Hutchins on it. I think they've got the wrong wroom." Freya said, walking into the room with a letter she saw outside.Her roommate got up from her bed and walked up to her. Without a word, she snatched the letter from Freya and returned to her bed. As she opened the letter, she thought it wise to say, "I'm Marinette Hutchins. Although it's hard to believe you don't know my name despite the fact we've been sharing the same room for more than three months." Freya glanced at her and shrugged, "Back at Blackwood Pack, people treated me like I was invisible. Being the center of attraction and learning names is still something new to me." "Learning the name of your roommate doesn't seem that difficult. Even if you don't like me." Marinette frowned as she briefly glanced at her. Then she turned and, laid on her back and holding up the letter. Freya intended to say something when her phone chimed. So she abandoned what she wanted to say and re
No sooner had Ryan and Mendoza walked away did a figure emerge from the darkness. He stood at a distance as he stared at the unconscious Freya. “I'm afraid there was an added ingredient to the bourbon.” Another man said, appearing beside him. The man walked up to Freya and bent over to take the empty bourbon bottle. He took it close to his nose and smelt it before he nodded in conviction. “Suro. They added sure to it.” Since it usually took more than ten bottles of bourbon to get a werewolf in his or her prime drunk, suro was an added ingredient made by werewolves to get them drunk faster. They often used it when they were sad and needed to forget about their problem for the time being. It did work, but one of its adverse side effects was that it stayed long in the body. Which usually leads to a really long and deep slumber by the one who took it. Mendoza knew of Freya's weak body, but because she didn't want anything to jeopardize her plan, she made sure to add suro to the bour
“Good job, Joseph!” Finn praised the second person from his team who beat his opponent. “I'm number 314. Man, it's going to be a very long day.” Mariah complained, sitting close to Sarah. “What number are you?”“249.” Sarah responded, much to Mariah's surprise. Mariah was rather surprised Sarah replied. Because for hours, Mariah had asked many questions, made several statements and tried to engage Sarah in small talk, but was blatantly ignored by her.“Do you suddenly find me less annoying?” She thought to ask.“I know you're quite trained, but you should never underestimate your opponent. Who knows if you'll be paired with a future Luna who has the same aura as Mendoza.” Sarah chose to say instead, getting up. “I can't help, but feel thankful that you care so much about me. But you don't have to worry about me. I'll survive.” Mariah chuckled, flashing a warm smile at Sarah.“Honestly, I can't seem to wrap my fingers around the reason you keep trying to get close to me. What have y
“I went through the list of contestants with Cleopatra and there was not a number 580, Hercules.” Adley frowned, looking up at him. “I was told he registered at the last minute. And since contestant number 579 didn't have an opponent, they had to make an exception for the late entry.” Hercules explained, taking his seat opposite her. “Well, I can't help but look forward to the fight.” Adley shrugged, rubbing her chins gently, “This rogue alpha is a female.” “You sound so enthusiastic, I'm left wondering if the concern you showed earlier was fake.” Hercules uttered, a small smile stretching across his face. “There's nothing that can be done about her partner. Besides, you already told her she can withdraw from the tournament if she thinks she can't continue.” Adley replied, excusing her behavior. “What can I say? You defend yourself in such a way that even I can't find fault with your words.” Hercules chuckled. “Well, that's one of the many charms of mine you love so much.” Adley
"The hell is she doing?! Teaching her opponent how to win! What a dumbass!""Good thing she has a pretty face and a nice body. Otherwise, no man would want to marry her!"The spectators murmured different things, but Nebra paid no attention to them as she had her eyes fixed on Freya."What are you doing?" Freya asked, still on the floor."Teaching you something you should've learned a long time ago. Now get up before I give you a very good beating!" Nebra commanded, her aura as an Alpha surprisingly forcing Freya off the floor."This isn't a training house. It's a tournament. You shouldn't be too confident, or you'd risk losing," Freya mumbled, taking her fighting stance."Winning? Who said I came to win?" Nebra scoffed, stretched her left leg, and swept Freya's legs off the floor.However, instead of falling, Freya took a step back, evading the hit.The corners of Nebra's lips lifted into a small smile. Good girl.This time, Freya refused to focus on the pain she felt as Nebra landed