Ajax distracts me by telling me that Damien has three weeks to get ready and I know that Damien will be cocky and arrogant going into that competition. I take more after our Father’s side of the family, while Damien takes more after our Mother’s side of the family.
“Damien can handle this on his own, he wants to participate in the competition. I just hope he understands that he will have to train more than he does now, if he doesn’t I believe he will not make it through the first round.” I say as I sit down in one of the armchairs.
“Okay, do you want to make a bet on that?” Ajax asks and Apollo says he will tap out in both matches during the first round. Xanthos is with Apollo and so am I, Midas and Ajax think he will be dropped in the second round.
Xanthos writes down when each of us believes he will be dropped and how, before he writes down what we are betting for and Apollo suggest that who ever wins the bet gets to give the money to a charity of his choice. We all agree to that as we have enough money to spend.
The rest of the afternoon is spend with discussing border patrols and training schedules for the entire week. By the time an Omega links me for dinner we have made chances to increase the number of men running our northern, eastern and southern border and a few chances to the training schedule to free some time for Damien.
I am in a good mood as I walk into the dining room, but it quickly turns a hundred and eighty degrees as I see Penelope sitting in the seat to the left of my seat. She is unaware of the fact that I entered the room and she keeps chatting to the girl standing behind my seat.
Not even the fact that every other conversation has stopped makes her aware and as soon as her friend sees me approaching she pales, moving away from my seat with her head bowed down.
“What the fuck are you doing in that seat?” I hiss through gritted teeth and Penelope smiles up at me as if she has no clue as to what she did wrong. “Theseus, there you are. We have all been waiting for you, how long does Damien have until the competition?” she asks as she gives me an innocent smile.
I don’t have to say a word as Apollo grabs her upper arm and yanks her out of the chair, before he pushes her towards Damien. “Damien, this is the last warning. Tell your Mate to stay out of that chair or next time she will end up in the dungeons.” Apollo growls.
Damien doesn’t argue with him as he knows damn well that Apollo has my approval and I hope that Penelope will finally learn her place within this family. When Damien came home with Penelope over five years ago I was happy for him and I actually believed they were meant to be.
Six months later their Pup, Joseph, was born and I thought that smile would never leave his face again, but nowadays I wonder if they are actually fated Mates. If I have to believe the rumors they cheat on each other every chance they get and that is impossible if they are fated Mates.
Four year old Joseph pulls me from my thoughts as he calls “Thees, Thees” and runs towards me with his arms open wide. I grab him by his waist and lift him above my head as he squeals loudly, making me smile up at him. This little Pup is the only good thing that came from Damien and Penelope.
Penelope keeps her eyes on me and the longer she keeps staring the more it irks me, making me feel uneasy.
Amarah
“Eos, get the Warriors to the clearing.” I say as I approach the group of women near the training ground. Eos and Rhea don’t hesitate a moment and instruct the Warriors I want to assess through the mind-link, while I walk over to Ione and Melia to have them follow me to the clearing.
The clearing is a strip of no-mans land between our Pack and that of our neighbors, we use it to assess our new Warriors or to train them to build up their speed. We also keep an eye on it during our patrols, because it is the perfect way for rogues to try to get access to our territory.
The clearing runs from our northern border to our southern border making it our eastern border, not that any rogue has been able to penetrate our borders and if it is up to me they never will. For the next three weeks I will not only use the clearing to train our Warriors, but also to prepare myself for the Alpha bloodline competition. I step into the clearing and my eyes get drawn to the western border of Dark Mountain Pack, in the past ten years we have only seen someone of their Pack a handful of times.
“Okay, Gentlemen. Today we play “capture the flag” and I want you to talk strategy with Eos and Rhea, once the first one of you comes for me you have an hour to get the flag from me. I promise you, I will do everything I can to keep the damn thing. So, good luck.” I say as I walk away from the group with Ione and Melia.
An hour later I am still the proud owner of the flag and every Warrior is flat on their back, trying to catch their breath. They did a hell of a job, but I am just too fast for them and I have to admit that I know they will never succeed. Even my friends have never been successful, not even with the help of Alastor.
For the past four days we have played “capture the flag” three times a day and every day the amount of Warriors that join gets bigger. Eos told them on the second day why I used this type of training and each and every member of my Pack wants to help me get ready.
Twice a day I play it with my Warriors, just to improve myself and them and they are becoming fanatics. Once a day with the Pups, all of them love the running around and their Mothers stand on our border cheering them on.
Mom and Dad have joined them twice already and the huge smile on Mom’s face is a sight for sore eyes. This morning the group of Warriors is the biggest that it has ever been and I laugh as I see them arguing with Eos and Rhea on what might be the best way to try and grab the flag.
“Let’s make this a bit more interesting. How many knifes do you think I can nick?” I ask Ione and Melia through our mind-link and I hear their giggles as they are thinking about my question. Ione thinks maybe one or two and Melia thinks I might manage to grab five knifes.
There are eighteen Warriors in the clearing and all of them carry at least one knife in their belt, so the minimum could be eighteen if I can take one from each of them. As Eos and Rhea walk in our direction I ask them the same question through the mind-link.
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