Chapter 70


    Cynthia kept standing close to him, too close to him, pushing her chest on his and a hot wave of


    jealousy washed over me.


    “Cynthia….” Cahan replied wearily. He looked very tired and his eyes were drooping.


    She took his hand in hers and murmured. “Yes, I know you wish to sleep. I want the same thing”


    And then she smiled at him deviously. Cahan gave her a tired smile, “I will ask someone to take you


    to the guest bedroom”


    But she shook her head, “No need, your majesty. I wish to stay close to you.” She then slowly trailed a


    hand over his shoulder and added, “You are very tired after today. Perhaps, I should give you a nice


    massage. Help you release that stress”,


    Cynthia was speaking in a low, seductive voice. She had the confidence to speak the things she did


    and act like she was in charge. Compared to her, I was pretty timid and shy.


    I could not even imagine talking to the lycan King like that or being so bold in front of him. Though the


    question remained of why he allowed her to behave like this with him. Did he also like her to some


    extent?


    I remembered what she had told me earlier about how she was supposed to marry Cahan and be his


    Luna. Her father was a powerful alpha so I guess that is how alliances would work.


    Cahan slowly stepped away from her “You are tired too. I think it will be best that you go to sleep and


    tomorrow morning we discuss the further uses.”


    Cynthia’s smile wavered a little at his line but she quickly put up a bright suule again.


    “No worries. At least, let me walk you to your room then?”


    Cahan did not deny so she simply fell in steps beside him and the two began walking up the stairs.


    I stood like a statue with my back stered to the pir and waited until the two climbed up the stairs


    and went towards his room. My gaze followed Cahan until he disappeared behind the walls.


    A torrent of emotions was coursing through me, making me wonder what was going on in my life.


    I had practically sprinted all the way down to see his face but he had returned with another girl and I did


    not even want to imagine what they had been doing all day.


    Cynthia would just never leave an opportunity to leave his side and roam her hands all over him. Why


    was she so hell bent on having him when she knew he was cursed?


    I gloomily went up the stairs and headed toward my room, all the while scolding myself for being so


    childish. When I got to my room. I simply pulled up the sheets and buried my head in them, willing


    myself to fall asleep.


    But it was to no avail. The entire night I kept tossing and turning in the bed while wondering what the


    two must be doing, if Cynthia had managed to convince Cahan to give him a massage, and if she


    was roaming her hands all over his bare back. There was a small beep sound and I recalled that I had


    been reading my text messages on the phone earlier. When I saw the screen, the phone almost fell out


    of my hands.


    It was a text message from none other than the Lycan King himself. I sprang up from the bed much


    more eagerly than I should have


    Pushing the hair out of my face, I hastily reached for the phone but realized that I had forgotten to


    charge it the entire day. The phone went dead and I cursed myself for my stupidity, not for the first time


    today.


    Jumping up the bed, I checked the drawers, found the charger, and connected the phone to it.


    Too nervous of what he must have sent, I began pacing through the room all the while ncing at the


    phone.


    Those seconds felt like hours as my gaze swayed from the clock to the phone and finally, when the


    battery showed the slightest sign of life. I took the phone to open the text message.


    I had never been so disappointed in my life.


    The text message only read


    -Stay in the mansion-


    What the hell was that supposed to mean? And why was he telling this to me in the middle of the night?


    No “how are you” or ‘how was your day’ or any mention of the night before? Was I just a toy to y


    with for him?


    I had no doubts that Elijah had already told him about my visit to the packhouse and what Elder Lina


    must have thought of


    1.


    Cahan was so rude, and so blunt to me for no reason. I almost threw the phone on the bed and


    decided to behave tit for


    LaL


    If he was going to pretend I did not affect him so be it. I had my training regime to follow. I would


    awaken my wolf and be a strong she wolf soon. I promised myself.


    When I looked at the watch, it was already nearing dawn. There was no point in trying to sleep so I got


    up from the bed and headed for a quick shower.


    Putting on my ck leggings and a white sports bra, 1 topped it up with a loose t-shirt, grabbed a


    bottle, and headed outside.


    Taking out my phone, I messaged Elijah.


    -Where are you? I am ready to tram-


    While waiting for his reply, I headed outside the open garden. It was still early morning and the servants


    were just getting ready for the day’s work.


    The air was pure and a little cold. I stepped outside on the grass and took in lungfuls of air when I


    heard Elijah’s voice.


    “Oh someone is ready to rumble.”


    I turned around and waved at hun. Elijah was also in his training equipment and his hair was a little


    unruly.


    His eyes crinkled when he smiled at me.


    “Only if you help me. I have not received adequate training from anyone, much less a gamma of the


    Lycan King himself.”


    Elijah came near me and said reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I think you are going to smash it.”


    I nodded and he asked, “So we will start with something light. I don’t want you to have cramps and sore


    muscles on day


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    one.”


    “Sure, let us do it”


    With Elijah, I felt much more rxed andfortablepared to his alpha King whom I did not want


    to think about.


    “Great so for starters, I want you to run through the perimeter of the garden. No need to cover the


    backyard as well. I will time you and let us take it from there, alright?


    I nodded my head and tied any shoces firmly.


    “Yes”


    “On your mark, get set, go”


    Elijah signaled and I shot forward. The air was cool and it was so refreshing to have somebody to train


    with.


    I put all my energy and focus on running and soon I felt myself sweating a little. A few bones in my


    ankle twitched as I gave them sufficient movement and my back which had felt rigid a few minutes ago


    felt a lot less still


    I returned to Elijah who was doing some warm up


    Panting a little I asked, “How was it?”


    Elijah looked at the stopwatch and replied. “Not bad.”


    I gave him a small smile while dabbing the sweat on my forehead. “Think you can do one more? Just


    focus on your posture a little while running”


    “What do you mean?” I asked and Elijah stepped forward, “I saw that your back was stiff and you were


    throwing your legs too far in an attempt to have longer strides.”


    “Is that bad?”1 enquired in a small voice.


    “No, not necessarily. But while jogging or sprinting, keep your legs closer to your body. Take short


    strides but faster. You are not running a marathon right?”


    I nodded as he gave me a few more tips.


    “Ok now off you go”


    I smiled at him as he clicked the stopwatch and I started my secondp. However, I focused on my


    mistakes from earlier and returned to him, a little out of breath this time.


    “Now?”


    1 asked and Elijah looked at the stopwatch. “Progress”


    I beamed at him, feeling ted, but then a voice reached my ears, “You call that progress?”