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"August if you don't fucking wake up, I swear on my life I will fucking make your life hell." I hear Malikai's voice. I pulled my pillow over my head trying to ignore the sound of him. "He woke me up, because you wouldn't wake the fuck up to him banging on your goddess forsaken door." He started shaking me. "I just want to go back to sleep but that asshole is no better than a stubborn pixie." 
                          
"Lemme alone." I groan rolling on my side, keeping my head tucked under the pillow. I open my eyes and realize my bedroom light is on as well. 
                          
"I'm going to open a can of whoop ass if you aren't out of that bed in five seconds." He grumbled. I threw the pillow off of my face, grimacing from the sudden light in my room, and glare at him. "Rise and fucking shine bitch." He motioned his hands upwards. 
                          
"C'mon August we're already going to be starting late, we need to get going now." Alexandre's voice sounds from the hallway. He was in the clothes he had been wearing yesterday, his hair was a mess but he still looked like he was ready for a photo shoot. 
                          
"Y'all fucking suck." I glared at the two of them. 
                          
"I mean if we're both getting technical here..." Malikai snickered. "We all suck." 
                          
"You're a sick bastard." I replied scrunching up my face. 
                          
"Whatever, you're the one who said it now." Malikai wagged his finger in my face. I swatted it away from my face and continued my glare. 
                          
"Honestly, we need to work on that go to hell look. You look so freakin' adorable right now." Alexandre laughed. 
                          
"Well, I'm about to look fucking precious if the two of you don't leave my room." I snapped at them. 
                          
"Then get the fuck up." Malikai shot back. 
                          
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I wonder if this is what death would feel like, I just thought we would be going on a run, silly me. It felt as if a bulldozer had run over me, twice, I might add. I laid down in the grass panting from the intensive work out Alexandre had made me bare with. 
                          
"Y'know I'm still an Omega, you could have just eased me into this before making me, who has never done much exercise in his lifetime, before murdering my body." I groaned out in pain. "I can't do the same routine you do."
                          
"That wasn't even half of my routine August." He threw a towel at me, I plopped it over my face to catch some of the sweat. Even for a cold December morning, I was still sweating hard. "And we were late starting up this morning, I missed my morning patrol." 
                          
"Sorry," I mumbled, pulling the towel off of my face to look at him. 
                          
"Just be up on time tomorrow morning, I'm afraid I have to go home tonight unfortunately. I can feel my father trying to bulldoze his way into making a link with me. It's pretty hard holding him off mentally." He huffed, running a hand through his sweat covered hair. He looked like an absolute god right now, he had sweated through his white wife beater, showing off his magnificent chest. The sight of him had Winston stirring within me. 
                          
"I can make no guarantees that I will be up on time tomorrow, but I will try my hardest. I do request you don't try to kill me tomorrow morning, my legs feel like jello right now and I don't know how to feel about this." 
                          
"That I cannot guarantee you." He smirked, his electrifying eyes met mine. "We gotta get you strong within 50 days, which honestly isn't enough time to begin with."
                          
"What if I don't want to be strong?" His shoulders sagged at my question. 
                          
"I'm not saying you have to be strong for me." He sat on the ground next to me. "I'm not saying you have to do all of this... I just want you to be you... I just know if you're my mate, my Grandpa and the rest of the elders will be against it. They'll want me to deny you. Hell even my dad insinuated the idea of it. If you really don't want to do this, we don't have to. If you're my mate, I'll give up the Alpha position to Logan and we can go live out in a cabin in the woods, away from the pack." He cupped my face into his hands. 
                          
"I'm not making you give up your position just because I feel like I've been jammed into a meat grinder, like that bitch Carol Baskin's husband. I'm just saying, did Onyx have to go through the same shit that I'll have to go through? I mean I understand that she's the better candidate than I am by far. Did she have to kill herself every morning just because her wolf was weaker than yours?" I question him. 
                          
"No she didn't have to train with me in the mornings just to appease the elders." He sighed. 
                          
"I just wanted to know...  Anyways, I'll keep training with you, but for the love of our Goddess, go easier on me. I'm a fragile princess." I laughed, sitting up. 
                          
"I'll take note of that princess." He winked, goddess take the wheel, that was hot. I climbed into his lap, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I closed my eyes and leaned in, softly pressing my lips to his. He pulled me close to him, our chests were pressed closely to one another. He pulled away and I rested my forehead on his. "We need to get going, you're going to go on patrol with me tomorrow morning as well."
                          
The blood rushed from my face, I'm pretty sure I looked as pale as a ghost. "I don't think I'm ready for that..." I whispered to him, my mind flashing back to when I was attacked by the rogue. 
                          
"Don't worry little one, I'll be with you." He rubbed his hands up and down my back, comforting me. "I'll have you know, I don't think I've ever gotten terrible wounds from them, just mere scrapes and scratches. They're just small pests that we deal with." He tried reassuring me.
                          
"Why don't we wait until we're sure I can defend myself?" I leaned back from him, our chests no longer pressed together. His hands now rested on my hips, rubbing circles. 
                          
"Alright, but I'll need you to attend training with the warriors, we usually train our wolves during that time, are you at least up for that?" His eyes flickered with hope. 
                          
"I think I can do that, I think my parents are getting back from their trip from the South Shore pack. Would it be alright if I tell them what we're doing?" I asked, he nodded his head in response. 
                          
"Whatever you feel comfortable with, just remember the thing we talked about..." He lowered his tone. 
                          
"Cross my heart and hope to die, I'll keep that to myself until my death bed." He pulled me close again pulling me into his embrace, I rested my chin on the top of his head and returned the favor of rubbing his back to comfort. 
                          
"Thank you." He said into my chest.  
                          
Who knew the person who was meant to be the strongest in the pack was broken himself?
                          
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