My Promised Rejection (Olivia) novel Chapter 115

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15 Let’s Train

Valor POV

I can’t believe this. What the hell is she thinking? Juniper has never acted interested in me as more than just a friend, but my mother thinks she has been pining to become my queen since she was a teenager. She has always acted like one of the guys, so it never dawned on me that she liked me that way. Hell, I’ve never looked át her that way. Not that she isn’t a pretty girl, she just isn’t my mate. I’ve maintained that the only girl I’d ever be interested in was my fated mate. She even said she respected me for that.

The night before I arrived at the Werewolf Kingdom, my mother told me that I was oblivious. That the girl was always hanging around me. That she was the reason that no other girls ever tried to be my friend. I never noticed before my mom brought it up, but now I’m wondering if my mom was right. Why else would she insist on coming here of all the covens and packs she could visit? “I swear to the goddess, if that little witch causes problems with our mate I’ll kill her myself,” Axel growls.

“Calm down Axel. We will talk to her the minute she arrives. I’ll make it perfectly clear that she is to see if her mate is in the royal pack and leave. I won’t let her cause problems.” “Valor, are you ready,” Della calls out to me. I smile until I see the pr*ck step out behind her. She must have noticed the change in my expression. “Ronan will be joining us for training,” she says. I nod and move to join them as they start down the path that I assume leads to the training ground.

My mind wanders as to what explanation he could have possibly given that makes him look like he was innocent when he clearly knew the wolf that attacked Della’s friend. “Maybe he just told them he knew nothing about the attack” Axel says. “You really believe that he had no idea his shady aunt was sending a pack member here the same day he arrived.” “Until he gives us a reason I think we should base our decisions about his character on his actions not his creepy aunts. That’s what a good king would do,” he says.

Before I can say anymore, we step out of the trees onto a huge well–maintained field. I’m shocked to see so many people are still training. I figured that being late there would be a lot less. A man that has at least three inches on my tall frame stands in front of the warriors. I can tell by his aura that he is a Lycan. “That is Liam. He is the Royal Beta. The really tall girl in the front is his daughter, Emily. She is the next Beta of the Royal pack, Della says. The girl is beautiful but she looks scary. She is definitely tall and muscular. “It’s funny because her mother is so much shorter than both of them,” Della says, her smile lighting up her face.

“Gentlemen, I expected you at the beginning of training. You have missed more than half. You’re lucky the king linked me, or you’d be running laps until you puked,” Liam says and Della giggles. “That goes for you too little queen,” he says. I chuckle and so does Ronan as Della glares at him. She is very tiny compared to most of us. “Now the three of you need to line up. We have a few more techniques to go over before we start

sparring.”

Ronan POV

I’m just about to ask Della to be my partner when bat boy asks first. “You know you are a bat boy too. Besides, he has a wolf, so calling him that makes no sense. You need to come up with a better nickname,” Silas says. “Whose side are you on? He is trying to get close to our mate. You should hate his guts.”

I almost say as much as I do, but the truth is, I don’t know Valor enough to hate him. All I know is he is trying

to get close to my mate, which should be driving my wolf‘ nuts. “I don’t hate him. He hasn’t done anything to

make me hate him,” Silas says. I’m so confused. Our wolf counterparts are always possessive of their mates. That is one thing I know for sure despite not being educated properly on mates. So why the hell is mine so nonchalant about another man getting close to her?

“First, Della is still young. She doesn’t even have her wolf. So if she is our mate, we have lots of time to get close to her. Second, just in the little time we have spent with her, I trust her completely. If we are her mate, she would not betray us no matter how hard Valor and his wolf try to get close to her. Third, despite you feeling threatened by Valor, he seems honorable. Last, we are better looking,” he says smugly, and I roll my eyes.“I am not threatened by him.”

“Is that alright with you Ronan,” Della asks, catching me off guard. F**k what the hell was she talking about? “I’m down if you are Ronan,” Valor says. By the look he gives me, he knows I have no idea what the hell they were talking about. “I apologize I was thinking about something and didn’t hear what you said.” Della must realize I was talking to my wolf and smiles. “I thought that you and Valor could spar so I can see your strengths and weaknesses. Since I’m an elite warrior, I can work with you on improving your technique,” she

says.

“You are an elite warrior?” “So you don’t think I can be an elite warrior either,” she asks, irritation clearly in her tone. “Hey, I meant your age when I said it earlier, not because you are a girl. I already explained that to you,” Valor says, defending himself. “That’s what I meant too, princess.” “Don’t call her that. That’s what I call her,” Valor says. “That’s what everyone calls her dumb**, she is a princess.” “Enough, don’t call him names, and you don’t get to tell him he can’t call me princess. Now if the two of you are done acting like children, get your butts over there and start to spar,” she says.

“Holy sh*t that was hot,” Silas says. Valor mumbles something under his breath as he moves across the field, but I can’t quite make it out. Della, however, must have heard it. “Then act like the future king,” she says. I chuckle and she glares at me. I move to stand in front of Valor, not wanting to piss her off any more than she already is. We both take a fighting stance before we start to circle each other. It doesn’t take long for him to throw the first punch. I watch his movements and dodge. I throw the next punch, but he moves quickly to

sidestep it.

He begins to dance on the balls of his feet. I can tell his next move will be a combo by the way he turns his body. I’m right and when he throws the second punch, I block landing my own punch to his ribs. I expect him to step back, but instead he kicks me hard in the side. What the f**k? Did he bait me to hit him so he could

land the kick? “He did. You need to pay attention. He is two moves ahead,” Silas says. “Thanks Captain

obvious,” I say as I start to circle him again.

This time I attack first. I manage to land a kick to his ribs where I had already landed the punch, which causes him to stumble back. I rush forward intending to land another punch before he can right himself, but he flips, landing on his feet further away from me. How the hell did he do that? His frame is almost as bulky as mine, but he flipped like it was nothing. This time when he comes at me, I don’t try to get out of the way. I block the punch with my forearm and land a solid punch to his jaw.

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