Chapter 9: Chapter 9

[Tyler’s POV]

I was very skilled when it came to many things, especially martial arts, and I never skipped a day of practice. Things had been less chaotic in the palace ever since the Omega girl was sent to a prison cell and everyone was back to just doing their own businesses peacefully.

The elders were pleased with how I had handled the matter and they were thrilled to hear that I would not be taking her as my Luna. It was all they wanted to hear, but I didn’t do it because of them. As long as it made Malia happy, I was happy.

“Where’s Fred?” I asked the guard who had gone in search of my training partner, but had come back without him being anywhere in sight.

“I just got back from the security house. Apparently, he dropped off a note this morning stating that his father is sick and he needs to tend to him,” he replied.

“In other words, his father is more important than I am, is that it?” I demanded.

The guard was quiet, and I hadn’t really expected him to say anything.

“Let Fred know that he is fired from being my training partner and is indefinitely suspended from being a warrior of the Crescent Pack,” I said.

“But Alpha Tyler…” one of the trainers tried to chip in.

“What? Do you also want to suffer the same fate?” I asked, shooting him a distasteful glance.

He cowered and quickly shook his head. “No, your highness.”

“And you,” I said, turning back to the guard. “Inform the whole Pack that I am employing a Jew training partner. Anyone, even those who are not from noble families, can apply,” I said, dismissively.

“I will do as you have said, your highness,” he said, then quietly exited after making a bow.

“Let me be your training partner for the day,” Jerry offered.

“Then, who is going to train with your own partner? I value loyalty, never forget that,” I said.

“I just wanted to…”

I cut in. “Instead of trying to suck up to me, improve on your cannonballing technique. You seem to be getting worse by the day,” I told him.

From the look on his face, I could tell he regretted ever opening his mouth to speak and he appeared to be wishing for the ground to swallow him up. I ignored this and turned over to my Chief Guard, Larry.

“Larry, get that Omega from the prison cell,” I commanded.

He looked taken aback, as did everyone.

“What? I’m sorry, your highness, but why?” he asked.

“Why not? She’ll be my training partner today. The Manifest Pack seems to be gearing up their armours in preparation for war. I need to vent my anger on someone, and she seems to be the perfect person for the job,” I explained.

He looked like he wanted to protest, but had a change of heart. “I’ll bring her here, your highness,” he said.

The other warriors who were training with me on the palace grounds were clearly not in on the plan I had in mind, but they knew better than to oppose my decisions.

Soon, Larry brought Nivera in. She was still wearing the same clothes since the last time I saw her which was about four days ago: a pink floral top and faded jeans with holes in them.What was I expecting? It was likely that she might get some bath water in prison, but who the hell would actually give her a change of clothes?

She seemed scared as she looked around.

“Greetings, Alpha Tyler,” she said, bowing her head a little as she fiddled with her fingers and bit her lower lip anxiously.

“Go over there,” I said with a gesture, ignoring her greetings.

She walked barefooted to where I asked her to go. It was in front of the spinning wheel we used for practice.

“Bind her,” I said to Larry.

“What? Why? I didn’t do anything this time around. I have been in my cell and I swear, I haven’t caused trouble,” she rambled on frantically as she pleaded with clasped hands.

Larry motioned at two guards who were patrolling the area and they came swiftly to help with binding and tying her to the spinning wheel.

“Please… please, let me go,” she pleaded as tears fell from her eyes.

“I trust your judgement, Alpha Tyler, but is this really necessary?” Larry asked in a whisper.

“Trust me, Larry, it is,” I responded and with a smirk playing around my lips, I headed over to the spinning wheel where she had been successfully tied up.

“Alpha Tyler… please…” she said.

“Relax. You’re an avid believer in the Moon Goddess, not so? Pray then… pray that these men don’t mess things up and you just might be okay,” I said to her, then walked away before she uttered another one of her miserable cries for help.

“For weeks on end, I have been screaming about how we need to up our game when it comes to throwing of knives. Most of you are committed to shifting to your wolf forms to get rid of an enemy, but what happens when your wolf refuses to come out? What happens when we need to have a secret operation and just kill the warriors while the whole town is asleep? Would you just give us away by tearing flesh and howling in the middle of the night?” I thundered.

“No, we won’t,” they chorused.

“Good. Therefore, we’ll be throwing knives at the same time once the wheel is spun. If it touches any part of her body, you’ll have to go for forty-eight hours without food or water and keep training despite your hunger,” I stated.

“But… but what if she gets hurt in the process or dies?” one of them asked.

I shrugged. “If that happens, I guess you could say it’s good riddance, not so?” I asked rhetorically.

He didn’t say a word, and the Omega shuddered in fear.

Soon, the training began. With every spin Larry made, all thirteen of us threw our knives in the empty spots not contained by her body. I greatly enjoyed seeing the fear on her face as each knife landed and whenever it was time to be spun around.

She was soon hyperventilating and crying really hard as it kept going on, but the warriors seemed to be having fun as they had now fallen in love with the whole thing.

“Do you see the look on her face?” one of them asked, laughing out loud.

“The poor thing looks scared to death,” another chipped in.

“Don’t worry, loser. We’re not going to make mistakes. You won’t be given an easy option like death,” one other person said.

After about thirty minutes had gone by, I decided it was enough and she was untied. When that happened, she just fell to the ground and her head was probably turning with her world spinning around from the misadventure she had just had.

“How do you feel? You enjoyed it, not so?” I asked, crouching to her level..

“M… monster,” she muttered under her breath.

“Woah!” the trainers exclaimed, and I felt my pride had been hurt.

“How am I a monster? Because I wouldn’t fuck you?” I retorted, trying to turn the tables around.

“No one even wants to sleep with someone like you. You… you should love and take care of… of all your people, but.. but you just discriminate and do evil things. You’re… you’re a monster,” she managed to say as she looked me deadly in the eyes, seething with rage.

“How dare you!?” I asked, striking her across the face.

She yelped in pain as she held on to her face tightly, the tears in her eyes multiplying. I lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes. I could hear her heartbeat go faster and she swallowed hard as I removed the hand she placed on her face.

Right there, the mark of the five fingers of my right palm was red and engraved on her face. Without taking my eyes off her, I trailed my fingers over the marks on her face and then tucked a stray strand of hair neatly behind her ear.

“What… what are you doing?“ she asked in a calmer tone.

I drew closer to her and her breath stiffened, then suddenly, she closed her eyes. I chuckled and she opened them back immediately.

“You’re like them, eh? You say I’m a monster, but you wouldn’t mind fucking this monster if you could, not so?” I yelled at her.

The trainers began to laugh out loud.

“Sadly for you, this is the closest you would ever get to be with me, you miserable thing,” I said to her as I stood up to my feet, and the laughter among the trainers increased.

“Was she actually thinking you would kiss her?” a trainer asked no one in particular.

“She must be out of her mind,” another noted.

“That’s the reason she didn’t want to accept the rejection. She thought she could trick her way to the Alpha’s bed. Slut,” someone else said.

Feeling deeply hurt, she got up while she was being jeered at and made fun of, and attempted to leave.

“Hey, where do you think you’re off to? I am not yet finished with you!” I yelled at her and drew her back forcefully by holding on to her blouse.

Surprisingly, it instantly got ripped and it came off, exposing her bra.

I was too stunned to speak, and looked from her bra to the blouse I was now left holding. She looked really embarrassed, especially as the guys began to make degrading comments about her breasts.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“Just leave me alone!” she screamed at me, then grabbed her blouse from my hands and ran off, while holding it close to her chest.

That was the first time… the very first time I felt a little bit sorry for the Omega slave, and later on, I would realise it was from that moment the mate pull began to do its job.