Seventy-Five
Alexander’s POV
I took a long swig out of my water bottle before twisting the cap back on and dropping it back down on the floor.
Taking one end of my towel, which hung around my neck, I used it to wipe my face before stepping down from the now- still treadmill. Isabella asked me if I was going to keep training every day of my life because I needed to grow stronger than I already was or because
I wanted to maintain the strength I already had. It was basic werewolf knowledge of course that training never ends. Training was like basic knowledge for us, especially in wolf form. It was actually a privilege to learn how to fight in your wolf and despite her distaste for training–at least as much as I do-she was actually quite the seasoned fighter.
But I understood her question. She was asking what training really was to me. Maybe it was because I had told her that it was ‘fun‘, I thought with a chuckle. She wanted to know if I needed it or just wanted to. It was possible, of course, that I’d have just wanted to.
I was born the son of an Alpha, I started lifting weights and doing intense training once my muscles were deemed developed enough, way before any of my mates and even before my first shift. Besides I was an Alpha wolf, I was larger and stronger than any wolf around. That fact plus my intense training for years easily made me the strongest wolf in the pack.
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I understood why she would think that I wouldn’t need more training but my answer had been both. I needed to maintain the strength and if there was a chance that I could, I needed to get even stronger. I had a pack looking up to me for guidance and protection, I had a mate, and I had a future family to look forward to. I could not afford to slack off.
As intimidating as it all sounded, it did not make training any less ‘fun‘. In fact, it was the reason I looked forward to it. I did not see my position and responsibility as a burden or something tiring. Well, of course as a child it had been annoying to train with grown–ups when my mates were playing video games but once I realized why I trained, it was easy to find it fun.
I loved to protect my pack. I loved to protect my family. They had no choice but to look up to their Alpha. I was the leader of the pack for a reason and I would not disappoint them. I had already come close to doing that already.
I watched as Caleb, Mason and the fighting coach drilled the newbies. After fishing out the spies, there had been a need to replace them in the team as well as recruit some extra. Looking at them, I realized it wouldn’t be easy to get them to be ‘perfect‘ but they were putting in their best, I give them
that.
One of the guards came up to me and whispered in my ear that my father wanted to see me. I rolled my eyes as he left. My parents had been demanding my presence every hour since yesterday and I was beginning to realize what it was all about now.
I decided to oblige this time and when I got there, I had to stifle a laugh at the grumpy look on my father’s face. He
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looked downright pissed and wasted no time stating his grievance.
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“Why on earth would you let the Luna of the pack work?” He demanded while I just leaned back on the couch. “Do you not have any regard for her position?”
I sighed, “Fa-” I started but my mother immediately cut me off.
“Why would you allow her to stress herself like that? Do you think she has less duties because she’s not the Alpha?” She narrowed her eyes, that feminist fire glowing in her eyes.
Not bothering to say anything anymore, I just sat while they berated me and scolded me. It was actually all amusing and there were times I had to bite my lips to keep myself from laughing. I wished Isabella was here right now to see her lawyers.
I wondered what she would have to say about all this. When they finally finished airing their opinions and telling me what a terrible decision it all was, I leaned forward in my seat.
“It was Isabella’s decision. Isabella has never been one to sit at home, guys, you know that. She said it was beginning to take a toll on her and I agree. I don’t want my mate getting depressed because she wasn’t allowed to do something that makes her happy. The coronation has not happened yet. Hopefully, she would find joy in doing her Luna duties and say goodbye to her position at the gallery herself. It’s art she loves and neither me nor pack duties would stop her from doing that. I just want her to be happy. Stopping her from doing this would only make her resent everything.”
and and although my father still had
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“What is wrong with both of you?” I groaned and they all burst into laughter.
“I know all of that. I just need us to pick a date for the event.” I told, them. “What’s this month’s calendar looking like?” I asked and Blake instantly pulled out his iPad.
“So, no party?” Caleb whined, staring longingly at his bottle of wine while I just rolled my eyes.
Blake was about to speak when my phone rang. Excusing myself to the kitchen, I couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to my face at the sight of the caller ID.
“Miss me?” I whispered into the phone when I picked up even though I knew the guys would hear me anyway.
“Yes, always.” She said and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from blushing like an adolescent. She definitely did know how to use words.
“What’s up?” I asked her and she seemed to falter, making me raise a brow. “Isabella?”
“Chloe and I have somewhere to go tonight. Just wanted you to know that.” She rushed out, seeming nervous.
“Sure, thanks for letting me know,” I said and I heard her let out a sigh of relief.
“Okay.” She said with a small giggle that had me smiling as I ended the call.
I had half forgotten that I had company and when I turned around, Caleb and Mason burst into laughter they seemed to have been holding. I rolled my eyes at them and went back to
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Blake was obviously detached from the humor while Caleb took it upon himself to get up and act out the entire phone call including my supposed body movements cracking up himself and Mason and maybe me, a little bit while Blake was obviously detached from the humor.
“What were you guys even talking about?”
“Probably how many kids our Alpha and soon–to-be Luna are going to have.” Caleb cackled and I threw a pillow at his head.
“Why is everyone obsessed with that topic?” I groaned. “It was just something about a girls‘ night with her best friend.” I shrugged.
“Ooooh, girls‘ night,” Caleb said, excited for whatever reason.
“Guys!” Mason suddenly said after about a minute of silence. “Let’s have a guys‘ night.”
Caleb grinned, “I’m choosing the club.”
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