Draw her and think about how our life—together—would unfold.
Chapter 9
Isabella
I hated Roman so fucking much.
I didn’t hate the way he threw me to the ground yesterday. I didn’t hate the way he forced himself down my throat. I didn’t hate the way he ripped my clothes off and demanded I do anything he wanted.
But this man had the nerve to tell me I sucked at fighting. Everyone knew that he put me through hell during each practice while they didn’t even have to try. Nobody—nobody—from my class would dare challenge me to a fight.
I threw my gym bag down next to the packhouse and angrily fumbled through the contents to find whatever I needed—I couldn’t even remember anymore.
He did it to get on my nerves, to break my will. His job was to keep his pack in place, and he knew exactly what to do to make me bend to his command. Challenge my fighting skills.
“What’s got Izzy all angry today?” Vanessa asked, gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than it should’ve. She placed a hand on her hip and sashayed over to me. I clenched my jaw, trying to hold myself together. “Is it because you aren’t getting any better at fighting?”
I froze and glared over at her. This bitch.
She giggled and twirled a finger around a strand of my hair, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes. “You know I can give you a few tips. It seems like you really need—”
“I’m not in the fucking mood, Vanessa.”
“All I’m saying is that maybe you should at least try.”
I wrapped my hands around her neck. I was done with this shit. I was done with being put down by her and Roman. That sick fuck probably told her this shit to get on my goddamn nerves.
Her big green eyes widened. She clawed at my fingers, trying to tear them off. This was for the past seven years of dealing with your shit, Vanessa.
“Isabella!” Derek said from across the field. He ran over to us, wrapped his arms around my torso, and pulled me away from her. “Isabella! Stop it!”
Vanessa doubled over, coughing and making a bigger scene than she needed. Moon Goddess, what a damn drama queen.
Derek tugged me to the side of the house. “Are you crazy? Doing something like that will get you kicked out!”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t care. I’m done with this.”
“Don’t say that, Izzy. You’ve wanted this for years.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, brushing his thumb across my cheek.
“I get bullied by him every single day that I come here.”
“He’s just pushing you to get stronger.”
“He’s not pushing anyone else as hard as he’s pushing me.”
Derek tilted his head, lips curling into a smirk. “Well, not all of us can be born under the Wolf Moon like you. We can’t be innately stronger, asshole,” he said sarcastically.
I arched a hard brow at him and sighed through my nose. It was just damn frustrating. He wasn’t even training me; he was just pushing me to my absolute limits.
“We have one more day to get through… just please…” He gazed around the house. Roman, Cayden, and a few other warriors stood around Vanessa, glancing between her and us. “Shit.”
Roman stormed towards us, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes shifted between a soft green and a blazing gold. “Did you attack Vanessa?” he asked.
I pursed my lips. If I told him the truth, he would kick me out. I knew he would. It seemed like he had been looking for an excuse to kick me out since the first day. “No,” I said.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, jaw twitching.
I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat. I wanted to scold him for talking to me the way he did yesterday. My wolf wouldn’t let me sleep all night. She continued to moan and moan about how our alpha didn’t think we were good enough for him.
