I found myself pacing Zyon's room after changing into a pair of black spandex and a sports bra. I'd somehow managed to piss him off before training and I knew he'd take it out on me on the training ground. I knew fighting technique- hell I was a warrior. A high-ranking warrior, until my wolf gave up on me. I haven't trained in years. I doubt the technique ever left me, but my strength had diminished.

I made my way to the gym. I didn't want to anger him any further at this point. I'd eventually end up in the gym anyways if I didn't go- he'd just drag me there. He's lifting weights as I enter, and there's a large training mat that covers most of the gym.

His jaw clenches.

Fifteen minutes later, I am out of breath. I haven't worked out in ages, and the treadmills tired me out. Zyon's still lifting weights and hasn't even broken out into a sweat. When he turns around and looks at me, I see the malicious intent behind his eyes. He's angry about everything I've done and he's ready to take it out on me. What he doesn't know is that I don't have my wolf, so him taking it out on me could be determinantal. I'm stubborn however and my ego wouldn't let me tell him either, so I slowly make my way onto the mat near him.

He watches me, waiting for me to make a move, but I don't. Finally, he grows exasperated, that I'm not moving, and lets out an annoyed grunt. That's when I attack. My foot flies up into his side, and then I land a second kick to the same area. It barely affects him, but I see his eyes glint gold as he adopts a defensive stance.

I don't wait. I just start throwing punch after punch at him. He blocks each one. Five minutes later, I am tired of throwing punches and getting blocked and he just looks bored. So I throw my foot up to kick him, but he grabs it, pulling it up higher, essentially making me lose my balance, and land on the floor.

I feel myself get frustrated. In a fight like this, before, I would have been able to hold my own. I kick my legs out at his, hoping he would lose his balance, but he anticipates it and takes a step back. By now, I am frustrated, exasperated, and irritated.

He snarls down at me.

I am not pathetic. If I had my wolf, I would have beaten this Alpha to a pulp, within five minutes. Naturally, my anger rises. Not only does he insult me, but he insults my old pack by dismissing their ranking system of warrior wolves by implying I'm weak. I'm up on my feet within a minute, throwing punches without thinking towards his face and his chest. I am uncontrollable, until he grasps a wrist, spins me around and holds my arm to my own chest, with his. He does the same with my other arm, holding it in place near my waist. My back touches his chest.

I know the technique to get out of a hold like this, but there's only so much I can do with the strength I have, so I struggle against him as he holds me down.

With that, he throws me onto the mat. My wrist lands underneath my body painfully. My eyes go wide. There's no way I could block his attacks.

I say as I get myself off the floor.

He just rolls his eyes and throws a punch in my direction. As per reflex, I'm able to get myself out of the way in time.

He throws a punch again, and I block with my arm, but the pain hits me bad. He's using lesser strength with me but is still strong enough to hurt me. If I had my wolf, this wouldn't be a problem because I'd heal fast after a match like this, but without the accelerated healing, he could seriously hurt me. Not that he knew that and not like I was going to tell him.

He throws punch after punch. Some I manage to evade and block, but most hit me, in the stomach, until I fall back down, and urge him to stop.

He roars at me.

I just shake my head at him. He thinks I'm doing it on purpose. His eyes flash gold. He yanks me up by my arm,

I shake my head no at him and take a few steps off the mat. His jaw twitches. He takes a step forward and licks his lips.

My nervousness just grows. I am not doing this on purpose- but I also don't want to tell him I don't have a wolf. Goddess knows what reaction he's going to have, when he realizes why exactly I lost my wolf. I have to protect Zahra, but I also don't want to get beaten up. I'm so lost in my own head, when I hear him call out to the guard outside.

My eyes immediately snap to his. But the guard leaves anyways, without a glance in my direction. I step onto the mat, with newfound vigor. If I get injured, so be it. I can't just attack without a plan. I need to think this through. I'm supposed to be blocking his attacks. So when he least expects it, I'll attack.

He circles me. His eyes glinting gold. My defiance always brings his wolf to the surface. He throws a punch. I duck and evade. I don't try to block with my arms this time, I just evade his attacks by ducking. This doesn't last long though because he pretends to throw a punch and then uses his leg to kick me on my side. I am thrown towards the side, as I clutch where he kicked in pain. My inability to fight him back is starting to get to me. So I launch myself at him, my nails going for his face, but he grabs me and just tosses me onto the ground.

I kick my legs out towards his knees. He doesn't anticipate it because I was just meant to be blocking, and he loses his balance, following flat onto his face. I can't help the chuckle that escapes me, and his eyes snap up to mine.

He stands up, and I'm still on the floor, trying to regain energy. My sides hurt quite a bit and my knuckles are bruised from throwing punches at him.

I yell at him, as I stand up from the floor and move closer to his face.

" He pauses and takes a step closer to me, His hand wraps around my hair and he uses it to throw me down onto the mat. I land on my back, with a thud, and just look up at him. He's fuming, probably assuming I'm just being defiant.

Then he utters the words that I was wanting to avoid this entire time.

I gulp and look towards the door. I'm wracking my brains trying to come up with a way to get out of this situation. I use my arms to start crawling backwards on the mat towards the door. His eyes shift to golden entirely, when he sees this. He walks towards me, and places himself ontop of my waist. He's straddling me now and grabs my wrist. I can see his canines extending and I feel his nails transitioning to claws.

I shake my head.

His grip only increases. He roars out in Alpha Command. His command hits my body in waves. The power and authority is so strong, but I can't obey it because its not possible for me so I stay below him, just shaking my head. He removes his hand from one of my wrists, and grabs my face pushing my cheeks painfully hard.

I am unable to reply because he's holding my face so hard, but I don't think he wants me to reply. He just wants me to shift. At this point, Zahra enters the room. Her mate, the gamma, right behind her. Her face pales at the sight of Zyon on top of me holding me down so painfully. Zyon's eyes snap to her face, and then back down to me. Then he grins. I know what's coming. He moves from on top of me, towards her and I grab onto his ankle. I yell out. Her mate moves in front of her.

He stutters out, clearly understanding the intent behind Zyon's golden eyes.

By this point, I am up from the floor and standing in front of Zyon. My back to Zarah and her mate. I know his intentions, and I know he makes good on his threats.

He grabs my shoulders and throws me onto the mat, roughly.

The gamma pales. I stay on the floor and close my eyes. Begging my wolf to come to the surface. I hear Zyon snarl.

My eyes snap open. I have an idea. My wolf only stirs with contact with Zyon. That's how I bring my wolf to the surface. I get up and take fast strides towards him as he watches me curiously, and slam my lips onto his, whilst standing on my toes. I can tell he's surprised. The kiss barely lasts a few seconds, when he breaks it. And looks at me. His eyes are still golden and he seems angrier than ever. He grabs me by my waist, picks me up and throws me back onto the mat. My head slams down onto the floor as I clutch it in pain.

He turns back to Zahra, taking fast strides towards her. The gamma snarls at his Alpha, but Zyon lifts him up by his throat and throws him into the nearest wall. Zarah is essentially left defenseless. Just before, he touches her, I yell out, "

I see Zarah nod her head at him in affirmation. He pauses and the gamma, who has just recovered from being thrown into the wall, stands up and stares at me. He turns back around. His eyes connecting with mine as he snarls out, "