Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 23

Unknown POV

We had been walking back to the dorms from our morning training session, when I felt it. It was a deep

visceral pain that dropped me to my knees. It radiated out of my chest. It took me a moment to realize I

was not feeling my pain. No, this was from the woman who’s rejection I refused. I was still bonded to

her, and could still feel her pain. (3

Something has happened to her, something bad, it feels as though her soul is being ripped out, taking

mine with it. I wanted desperately to go to her. But I knew she wouldn’t want to see me. Her friend

Sarah had made that clear the last time I tried to talk to her.

I still haven’t accepted her rejection.

I still won’t. My best friend kneels down next to me. “What’s wrong, what has happened.” He demands,

forever the Alpha. “Something has happened to her, she’s in so much pain.” I tell him. The pain

continues on for only a little while longer before it stops abruptly, like she passed out. My friend looks at

me. “I’m going to give dad a call and find out what’s going on at home.” I nod, and I’ll text the only ally

there I seceretly had in the bid to claim my mate.

Alora’s POV

After we ate lunch we all went back to the school’s Coliseum together. The Principal and Elder Silas

joining the Alpha and Luna. Serenity, Kian, and Galan’s parents were now seated with them as well.

Strangely, Lauren, Agatha, and Beatrice were being exempted from finishing the exam

due to special circumstances.

During this time, a lot of the lower level wolves used these fights to advance in rank, further than

they’re last fights did. This tournament was like the ones the Pack holds yearly for the soldiers, if they

did really well, this was an opportunity to earn an advancement in rank.

We needed to be able to match a wolves skills, to where they would better support the Pack. So when

it came to leadership, your intelligence was just as important a factor. The Training Masters of the pack

were comprised of the toughest wolves in the pack, they were also very intelligent and came from

generations of training masters, most having received their position from their fathers or mothers, who

were given it by their fathers or mothers, and so an and so forth.

The Alpha positions were kept indefinitely until you either, died, retired, or was challenged for your

position. Most Alpha’s, like the trainers, are from generations of Alpha’s. With a few exceptions, like me

now. But you were only able to

challenge an Alpha once every five years. If you lost your match, you had to wait five years before

being able to challenge that Alpha again. You were also, only able to challenge the same Alpha three

times in your lifetime.

I watched the wolves who have trained hard in the last three months, make leaps and bounds up the

ranks. They all we’re usually wolves whose power and or growth came to them late. Or are just now

finding their determination, having finally decided where at in the Pack they wanted to be. There was

also the wolves who have been focused more on their

studies than on fight training. 2

This year had seen the biggest improvement, and the most change, of every werewolf in their Senior

year. It has been amazing to watch, even if I wasn’t a part of any of it, but I had been watching from the

shadows, secretly cheering on my fellow pack members.

This year had seen a lot of change in me too. I was only beginning to realize that it was because I had

come into my own as an Alpha. Not just because I was exceedingly good at combat, but because it had

always been my destiny to be an Alpha. Aaaaand I now have a Mansion and more money than I will ever know what to do with. I literally, have no idea what to do with that kind of wealth. I mean, sure, the

income I’ll get working at the lab will be very lucrative.

Enough to get me a large plot of land and a really nice house, and to support a family. I paused,

saddened If there will be a family now, is what goes through my mind. That leaves me to wallow for a

moment, but I don’t allow myself to fall into despair. I would not ever again allow myself to fall into that

dark abyss again, because I was an Alpha, I had a responsibility to my Pack. I’ve never felt as strong

as I do now, It was an incredible feeling. 2

When it came time for Serenity’s match I looked at Darien, he was drooling. The desire in his eyes as

he looked at Serenity was electric, his attention entirely focused on her as she fought. I bet she could

feel his gaze on her, it had to be intense. It makes me long to feel that kind of connection with my own

male. I was hoping the Moon Goddess will bless us with a second chance mate.

Someone who can love all of me, someone to appreciate me.?

Right now that dream feels unachievable. So I’ll have to focus on other things for now. Like my own

fights coming up, I would be battling four opponents this time around. Jamison, Lexus, Jaxon and

Darien. I was actually looking forward to it. Darien was to fight, Garrett, Mason, Lexus then me.

For Jaxon, who I was now keeping an eye on, as he’s a really close cousin to Serenity, and her

brothers. He was the same age as the Twins, being raised together made him like another brother to

them. He was to fight Garrett, Jamison, Lexus and me. Lexus’s fourth opponent was Jamison.

Jamison’s fourth opponent was, Mason. Garrett and Mason as the bottom two ranks of the class only

had three opponents to fight, and were each others third battle

were each others third battle.

Everyone was waiting around for the Alpha Class’s battles. They all knew how epic the battles were

between the Senior’s of the Alpha Class. We were the strongest to begin with. And we all have only

gotten stronger. With my new acceptance of my destiny I felt like my strength has tripled, almost like

the chains I felt breaking in Xena’s ‘space’ hadn’t just been holding my magic back, but holding me

back physically as well. Then a memory comes forth, It was about one of the few times I had come

close to beating Brock.

It had been during a fall afternoon in one of the outside training rings. The trees were bursting with

color, reds, oranges, yellows and browns. The wind was blowing the leaves already liberally littering the

ground and taking more from the trees. The sun

was still out and the sky was a beautiful blue with a few clouds, and the earth was damp. I knew

because I had been on my back on the ground looking up at the sky panting heavily.

That’s when he said. “Somethings holding you back girly, you nearly had me, once you find out whats

holding you back and break it, trust me, you’ll be unstoppable, now that’s a sight I would love to see.”

He had knelt down offering me a hand, looking me directly in the eye he said. “You got what it takes to

be a great Alpha Alora, one day you’ll see it too.” I hadn’t believed him at the time. But now I know what

he meant.

I look over at the area all the Trainers were sitting in, and he was there. I’ve been his student for the

last four years. He felt as much as a father figure as the Alpha did. He was going to be able to see me

without the

chains that had been holding me back. I felt happy to know he was here to witness my transformation. I

watch as he pulls out his phone, he reads whatever was sent to him, he smirks at it, then types a reply.

He’s got that smile that says he knows he has annoyed someone, and is gloatingly happy about it.

Wonder who the message was to?

Unknown POV

I’d sent a message to that old man Brock asking if he could record Alora’s fight for me. He would be

sitting with the other trainers in the Arena and they had front row seats. His message was deliberately

irritating, I growl in annoyance. Old man still new how to get to me.

If I didn’t respect him so much I’d teach him a lesson when I got back home. But he did make a point,

even

if I was reluctant to admit it. “If you wanted to watch her fight, you could have come to the tournament

yourself today.” I growl again reading his message.

I should have gone, but I had stayed away. My attraction for her having grown for her over the last two

years, it was becoming an obsession. I knew it was inappropriate, so I had stayed away. Convincing

myself to be satisfied with the reports and pictures I occasionally got from my family. Soon the excuse

of school would be no more. I would graduate soon, our finals started in two weeks, then we would be

going home.

She was eighteen now, and had been rejected by her mate. I abruptly cut off that line of thinking before Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

any hope could form. She had another mate out there somewhere. And if I

touched her even once…. I would

touched her even once….I would never let her go.