His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 22

"Because you're all filthy traitors who don't care about anyone else. You're selfish and unstable and don't belong here," he bellowed. His breathing was shallower and faster and he looked ready to snap.

"That's not true. We're not all criminals. Some of us didn't even choose to be rogues. I didn't ask for my family to be killed or to be left alone in the wild to fend for myself!" I yelled.

The huge mark on my neck was no longer tingling with pleasure but rather pulsing with pain. The stinging helped fuel my anger.

"You think I wanted to have a mate, a cruel alpha no less? You torture people like me, heck you tortured me leaving me to rot in that cell for two weeks. You think I want that? That I want a pathetic mate who hides behind a mask of anger and cruelty?" I snarled. He growled back at me.

"I don't know what exactly your issue is or what demons you're fighting but you can't use your past as an excuse for your shitty behaviour. And until you can man the fuck up and tell me what your real problem is, I'll be out doing my duties," I finished.

I rolled the covers off me, padding out the door and next door to my room. I quickly showered before dressing in some sportswear. I had such pent up anger that I would need to work out of my system.

As usual, I greeted the cooks and maids in the kitchen, sitting at the island to eat some breakfast. My mind was racing and the ache on my neck was slowly getting worse.

I quickly left the house, heading to the training field where Zayn asked me to meet him. Warriors were training there as usual and I found Vaughn at the weapons table.

Jogging up towards him, I looked at the array of weapons on display.

Much like the dagger I had picked up last time, they were a deep midnight blue, appearing violet sometimes when the light hit them different. They all had that strong earthy scent.

There was a longer dagger, a couple of arrows, some throwing knives, a long sword and an axe.

I picked up the sword first, testing it's weight finding it to be extremely light. I touched the blade and frowned.

"That looks painful," Vaughn spoke up. I glanced at him sideways to see his eyes trained on my exposed neck. My hair was in a neat and high ponytail to keep it away from my face.

I touched the side of my neck, wincing at the sharp pain I felt from the still open wound. It still hasn't closed shut and I was beginning to worry.

"It is," I muttered angrily. I headed over to a target, pushing the sword into the abdomen of the dummy. It shattered from the force and I pulled it out, frowning.

The axe was slightly better but it chipped after the second blow to the dummy. The arrows were next but the wolfsbane tip broke off from the rest of the arrow and remained lodged in the dummy.

The daggers and throwing stars however remained intact even when I threw them with all my strength into the bark of a nearby tree.

"I suggest we stick to the smaller weapons," I spoke, turning back to Vaughn who was now joined by Zayn.