Rejection to the Alpha King's Daughter

CHAPTER 3 Training through the Years

　　Fourteen Years Old

　　I growl in frustration, hating this training exercise while I dodge trees in wolf form, my white fur blending into the snow perfectly. But Matrix is a pro at tracking and hunting, the sixteen year old used to tracking wolves for days even though he is a warrior. With a nose like his so strong that he can smell a Soulless before it can even cross the pack line, it takes everything in me to stay ahead of my friend. Matrix has unfortunately made it his mission to train my speed and agility, something a runt like me could only inherit. Speed and agility will help me take down an enemy. Speed and agility will help protect myself, especially since father has made it his mission to make me seem weak in this pack. With speed and agility, I can take down my enemies and prove to be a strong Alpha Queen.

　　A yelp escapes my muzzle as I feel my paws slipping out from under me as a brown wolf tackles my small form. I couldn't help the sigh that escapes my lips as I stare at my friend who gives me a wolfish grin.

　　[You're easy to take down when distracted] Trix chuckles out, nuzzling me gently before licking my snout. I knew if a wolf could blush I would be beat red right now.

　　[Sorry. But I will be better I promise.] For some reason, I did not want to disappoint Trix. He is my rock. The only person who knows I am a runt.

　　Sixteen Years Old:

　　The rush of wind through my fur has me excited for the hunt. Matrix has been promising me this for over three years since I first shifted. I just turned sixteen today and the adrenaline of hunting my first kill deep in the forest is something I had dreamt of since I was a pup. Of course father insisted I am to weak to go. Claiming that only the strong should be allowed to hunt. But Matrix as always stood up for me, stating my achievements in training, how I took down a group of Soulless while he and I were on the outskirts of the pack training, and how on the training grounds I can take down even the best of our warriors. This and with the convincing of others stating that at thirteen, I was the youngest in the pack to survive a first shift and that this opportunity will help make me stronger and in turn provide strong pups to help rule the werewolf nation did father finally granted me permission to go for my first hunt.

　　[So Crysta, do you want a blanket made of bear fur?] Trix asks with a laugh. I smirk, thinking of the pride hunting a bear comes with within the pack. Only warriors and the strongest hunt bears. If I can bag one on my own then respect will follow.

　　[Yes. A bear will put that asshole and any other misogynistic wolf in their place for calling me weak. I am not a weak wolf!] I answer, a rumble of approval coming from my friend before we head off in the direction of bear country in neutral territory. Our aim is for seasoned bears. Bears that have lived long lives with expert fighting skills. Ones without cubs. And I can't wait to have that damned blanket as proof that I am not the weakest in this pack. They will learn to respect me as their future Queen or be beaten into submission.

　　Seventeen years old

　　I groan as I land in the dust of the training field, laughter from the male I am fighting in front of me causing my anger to flair. He can laugh now but I will gladly be taking this beating until I can figure out his skills. I watch as he turns his back on me, his movement becoming sloppy as he cockily gloats to his friends. I bet gloating about putting the "weak little Princess" on her ass is something to be proud about in this pack. But not for long.

　　Silently climbing to my feet, I creep towards the male who was already making plans on how to spend the money he "won" from the bets. Odds are against me as I am the only female training with the warriors. The males think I am weak thanks to my father's propaganda against me all these years. But Matrix and I knew better. I will have the win and take all the money with Matrix.

　　With a grin, I stay in Narin's blind spot. He may be my future Beta as per the heritage rule but I will be Queen and his future Alpha. He will learn to show me respect today and know he is not better than me. Before he can sense me and while the others were already celebrating his win, I kick his feet out from beneath him and watch as he falls to the ground with a girly shriek. While silence reigns over the training field, I quickly straddle the twenty year old wolf's torso and send a quick open palm thrust to his nose. A sickening crunch echoes in the quiet room with blood gushing from the broken nose I had just given Narin. He tries to fight me off, but I send a quick punch to his jaw with another crunch sounding upon connection. I am quickly thrown off of him as he lets his anger take control and releases a deafening snarl. Quickly rolling into a summersault upon landing, I stand to my feet gracefully and prepare my stance for a fight. An opponent clouded by anger is an easy one to defeat.

　　"You b***h!" Narin roars, his anger filled green eyes directed at me. I smirk, waving my hand in a come hither motion and wait for his attack. This seems to have pissed him off further as he rushes me, his nails already turned into claws. Happy for the agility training that Matrix grilled into me, I dodge each swipe directed towards me, always one step ahead of Narin as I toy with him, laughing gleefully with each swipe he fails to land. Of course every so often I step in range just to inflict my own damage. I quick jab here and a kick or two there and Narin soon resembles a dishevelled mad man spouting a bloodied and bruised face.

　　Bored of this cat and mouse chase, I dodge one final punch from Narin and use my momentum to send a round house kick into his torso, hearing the crunch of more bones when my foot connects. Without losing stride, I send a punch to his shoulder, hard enough to inflict damage but not to break bone. He has enough bones to heal and will be out of commission for quite some time. Watching as he falls to his knees, I grab his hair, preventing this Beta wolf from falling further and smirk.

　　"Check Mate." I state triumphantly, releasing my grip on his locks and allow his fall to continue. His eyes hold fear before the pain of the match renders him unconscious, I just proved to all watching that I, Crystalline Thorn and future Queen, am not weak.

　　"Trix you prick, you owe me fifty percent of the money!" I call out, making my way to my best friend and fist bumping him in triumph.

　　"You know what, its worth it seeing how all these high and might macho males now fear you." He laughs out, ruffling my hair. I turn and smirk at the now silent crowd. Of course their expectations of me was low. Now, they hold both fear and respect after taking down the strongest warrior in the pack.

　　"Some one help my future Beta to the med ward." I bark out, seeing as the crowd stood their unmoving.

　　"And as soon as he is healed, make sure his training is increased. Can't have a weak Beta in this pack." I continue, leaning against Matrix as he counts the money earned. Happy that he and I made a bet for my victory as we had made a killing off of these idiotic wolves.

　　"Yes Alpha!" They chorus in unison, some rushing to take Narin away on a stretcher while others slowly spread out around the training room to begin their own sparing. I have a feeling of what happened here will soon be spread amongst the pack.

　　"I almost forgot. Here is your necklace back." I smile as Matrix helps to place my silver chain with the moonstone orb around my neck. Happy he kept it safe for me as Narin and I fought.