Chapter 8

Yesterday, I got ignored by the man that I assumed would be a thing close to my heart. Now, today, I was in the mood to watch a similar bunch of the supposed man working out so early in the morning without even considering the time. Sounds kind of weird what I was doing, but what else could I do in a rival pack anyways other than this?













Seems to me that the warriors of this pack were built differently, from the way they carry themselves to the highlight of the physical features. They were bodies of muscles and mass, which was in contrast to my pack. If I was no alpha, I would be swooning over their bodies. Could even have one of them in my bed tonight.













Since I arrived here to watch them from the pavement, they have been on different routines of exercise. Basically, they were all now reeking of sweat which seemed to be at a massive level. Including the one who doesn’t want to give me a face.













Yeah, I have noticed him since I got here but I have been trying so hard not to focus on him. I simply wanted to just ignore him for all the bullshit in the world. It has been one hell of a struggle but I would say I have been successful in my giving. That is if the stolen glimpses do not count.













Still do not understand the reason a male warrior would make me feel this way without too much understanding of why I was even feeling that way. Am I hypnotized? Charmed? But I feel perfectly sane. This is crazy. Real crazy.













“Enjoying what you see?”













It was in the quickest of motions that I snap my head to the other side. Although irritated by the fact that I had just been interrupted from my thoughts, it made me realize how much I was lost in it.













My face was a little distorted as I stared at the one who just approached me. Turns out to be Leonard, the brother of the alpha here. He was not looking back at me yet but I could read his facial expression. The dude has a sly smirk plastered on it while he observed the ongoing in front of him.













“What are you even talking about?” I finally speak for the first time since he came.













Nothing came from him for about thirty seconds before he finally said something: “You probably realized that the warriors of our pack seem to have better features than yours. I’m sure I’m right about that,”













In as much as I hate to admit it due to how it was presented, he was right. But I would never let him know that I was actually thinking that way about the men. Can’t do that, never.













“There is no way I would let such thoughts flow through my mind. Doesn’t even sound right if I must say.” Sounding confident was hard but I managed to deliver my message without skipping on the words.













“If you must know, I am just like any of them. So if you have any reason to swoon over their bodies, just know I’ve got a better one than theirs.”













The follow-up to the sort of disgusting comment of his was the smacking of his lips. It was at that time I wish I had taken my gaze away from him but I was not too quick to do that.













As his scent was hitching on my skin, it was making me more uncomfortable. Let me just admit that I can hardly make do with this presence around me. But I gave my best in not to make him feel like he was disgusting to me.













He could have just not mentioned that statement to me. Maybe I would still be giving him the look of someone sane enough for me to handle. Now he was just looking like a horny bastard to me.













Ignore him, my mind said before I eventually take my gaze off of him. I did not even get a look in return. The next step is to stylishly walk away from him which I am going to initiate soon.













“So I heard you are one hell of a fighter...”













Now that is something I would not want to ignore. He was literally talking about the reputation that precedes me. And it is something I am most proud of.













“That is correct,” I do not hesitate to give him a response. It is literally the only thing I would not mind discussing with him at the moment after he ruined my mood already. Since it was a topic that gave me an edge, then why not?













“What are the odds of you beating up one of the best warriors in the Dark Moon pack?”













The look I give to him had disgust laced in it. “Is that even supposed to be a question?”













“What are you trying to say?” he looks confused as he asks. He was bound to be because he definitely asked the wrongest of questions initially.













“You think I cannot actually handle the best of your warriors in this pack? That is what you really think?”













His annoying smirk is back. And yeah, it wasted no time in fueling the anger in me. The worst is that he probably thinks it’s cool as he touches his hair in a rather annoying way.













“Should I be wrong in thinking such?” he quizzes.













Frustratingly, I close my eyes. And when I open them, the annoyance laced in me was gone. It is because I decided to relax my nerves and it worked out.













“Are you saying this because I’m a woman?” I first inquire, and then, “Naturally, I will not call myself a woman because it makes me feel old, but you think being a woman cannot let me do what a man can do? Even better?”













“That is not what I am insinuating. I never even thought of that. Instead, I was pitting the fact that the Dark Moon warriors are stronger than necessary. It is an ordained fact already,”













“Oh...” was the only thing I could utter after realizing what he meant to say. Maybe I had been too quick to conclude.













“So are there still odds involved in it? Or you are not down for the challenge?”













“What odds? Give me a minute or two and I will get that best warrior of yours on the ground in no time,” I say with so much confidence and start to take off the jacket I have on. It brought me to the thought that Leonard might actually be a gambler in reality.













I firstly handle the few buttons on the jacket before taking it off to reveal a fitted black shirt and leather pants. The jacket was something I would call a jumper that covered almost everything I had on me before.













“You do realize that the warriors in our pack are not the ones in yours. You think you can handle the challenge?”













I was getting more and more infuriated from the fact that he thinks this low of me. Does he really think I would be bothered by such caliber of men?













“They might be stronger than ordinary, but have they faced me before?” I say and then hand over my jacket to him which he does not hesitate to collect. “Pretty sure none of the so-called best warriors of yours can handle my beta, yet I deal with him now and then,”













He smirks again. Maybe if he learned to realize that I do not like it will he then stop with it. It is actually super annoying to even look at whenever he does it.













“Very well then. Go on and prove to them the reason you are an Alpha,” he says, and I am uncertain whether or not I should take it as a word of encouragement or not. Anyhow it is meant to be, I was going to go out there and prove him wrong about the quality of his warriors.













With my fitted dressing and all, I start to walk down into the crowd of those training. Am I confident of what I am about to do? A hundred percent!