Second Chance Of The Luna

Chapter 5

Anabelle Pov

A loud knock was heard on my door, loud enough to wake me from sleep. The sky isn't bright, nor were the birds already chirping.

"Who could be knocking this early?" I asked myself.

I opened the door only to see the sharp reddish eyes of Roman, looking like he was angered.

"Who would have entered his trap this early morning...?" I whispered.

"Didn't you read the law book?" his voice interrupted my thought.

My guards showed you my law book, immediately after your arrival. I hope you went through it; if not, here won't contain us.

"Yes, I read everything."

"Then why are you still sleeping?" your mate is up doing their morning training, and you are lazing around.

"Do you think this is your kingdom?" My rules must be followed by everyone here, including you.

"It's just 3:00 a.m, Alpha Roman." It's still dawn when normal people sleep.

"Why would you wake me so early?" I said with boldness.

"Lady, you aren't allowed to question me. He raised his hand so close!

I drew further from him, scared he would slap me.

I'm Alpha Roman of Fangspire Pack, no woman questions my command, and not even you would defile that.

Get ready immediately for your training; if not, you will be thrown into the dungeon for defying my order.

He banged the door at me.

I stood still, memorising what had just happened. "Did he want to slap me?" I spoke to myself.

" Could Alpha Roman be so heartless that he could hit a woman," my voice muted.

What could have led him to hate women, neither his stepmother nor maid? I thought.

All these questions gave my head a hit and immediately I remembered where I was.

I wasn't here to figure things out or solve any problem. I'm here to fight for my father's legacy.

I packed my hair into a ponytail ball and exited the room instantly.

Outside of the fangspire pack at this time was very busy, it was like the day itself. Filled with wolves working, some building rocks while some winning their mates.

Indeed this was the reason they crowned them the ruler of all packs.

Everywhere in the hall was dark, yet filled with many wolves, walking with torches flickering on the walls.

"What are you doing there?" a voice interrupted my assessment.

It was the beast... coming my way.

"I said you have morning training. So why are you there?"

"I can see you didn't take the orientation seriously." He laughed out, like someone applauding his prey for falling in his wing.

I stood there dumbfounded, not ready to exchange words. Because my eyes couldn't believe we're outside at this time.

I walked to his side immediately, the warriors arranging their arrows. Inside the training room, there were boxing coats.

They all concentrated on alpha Roman training.

"Listen very carefully, I don't train losers here." He said.

"Your very first target should be your enemy, they should always be between your territory."

After the training, I went to my room to take a nap, I was so tired. I couldn't feel my muscles anymore.

I really missed the time I had good sleep, even if it was obstructed by my uncle most of the time.

I hadn't finished my nap before I heard a large noise from my door.

"Who's that?" I shouted with my sleepy voice.

"My lady.... It's me, petal," a female voice echoed.

I opened the door.

"Good day, my lady." I was sent to call you for dinner instantly.

Alpha Roman said you need to meet his people.

I went down, seeing a full dining room. Everyone was quiet, I could feel the enmity between them. I didn't know them but I could feel the weight of tension in this family.

I only gasped... I miss eating with my parents, I miss them daily.

"Why are you coming now, Anabelle?" Do you mind giving me the reason? Alpha Roman's voice echoed within the walls.

I was taking a nap.

"At this time, you're still asleep? Don't act like someone that has nothing to do in my castle."

"Weren't you oriented on the dos and don'ts?" He roared!

I kept quiet, assessing the people at the table.

"Don't you talk?" Or perhaps you should be thrown into the dungeon so you won't do it again.

"My son Roman, please don't do that to her. She's just coming into our kingdom, we should be giving her a warm reception."

"No Dad I should be teaching her a lesson,"

The old man held his arm, perhaps this was the only person who could control his wrath.

"Good day, my daughter. Come sit next to me. Don't mind my son's cold nature." father drew a chair next to him.

"Good day sir," I bowed my head.

I went to the seat next to him and sat down, all their eyes were glued in my direction.

My daughter let me introduce you to my lovely family.

"This is my wife, your betrothed stepmother," He pointed her out.

Good day, my lady. I greeted her with my head bowed.

No response, she gave me a strong glare, such a glare that could kill a prey.

"Don't mind my wife, she's probably down." He brushed it up.

I nodded, trying to put a smile on my face.

And these are my four sons, one you already know, your soon-to-be husband.

He didn't finish his word before Roman cut him off.

"Father have told you I don't have a wife, nor would I marry this woman here." My rules should be kept and you aren't an exception.

His father withdrew lightly... okay, so I respect your order.

These are my three sons, Roman's stepbrothers.

They looked at me seductively, like people waiting to feast on their mate.

I greeted all of them.

"Alpha Roman," I began, please, I want to ask for something.

I have no time to waste.

"Please, I love artistic designing and have been doing it in my kingdom. And I trust I can do better. I want to go to an artist academy to perfect my skills." I said politely.

"That can't happen in my house, women, ladies here are known to stay at home and not pursue some sort of dream." He said.

"It's either you join our training academy or remain at home."

I knew pursuing my talent would be harder than I thought.

But perhaps I needed it, that's my only joy I can secure.

I would fight till the end to go to the academy.

My artist designing skill lies in the hands of a heartless fated mate.

It's either I win him or forget about it.