Three Alphas, Fated To One, Played By One, But Mated To One Chapter 68: Training

Valerie’s POV

I woke up early in the morning and even before Janice or Lilith could co to help choose my outfit of the day, sothing I hate because it feels like soone else is controlling my life.

Even though I had only one or two worn out dresses over the years, I got to choose which one to wear.

However, now that I have beco the Luna in na, everything about my appearance seems to have beco sothing others are more concerned about than I am.

I hate wearing those elaborate dresses that made look like I was always on my way to a ball.

Over the last few weeks, my body has undergone various changes. I was no longer just skin and bones from starvation and malnutrition.

Even though due to the long-term starvation, my developnt was still behind, I was beginning to gain so carves that could hold the dresses up.

But this didn’t have much of an effect on . However, the way other people looked at had beco different.

I had noticed that so male wolves would stare at like I was so piece of juicy at, and I had expected it to make feel sothing.

Maybe I would be proud because many n could notice now. Or I would feel disgusted because so of the looks they were giving were not pure.

However, I felt absolutely nothing. It felt as if I was living in my own world where I was the only one and anyone else’s actions have nothing to do with .

Today, I decided to check out the training grounds.

Ever since my father was killed, I was not allowed in the training grounds. Moreover, even if I was allowed to go and train, I wouldn’t have been able to because as a slave, I was forced to work from early morning to deep into the night.

I was always completely exhausted by the ti I was dropping on my worn out mattress to sleep.

However, now that I had my freedom, I could choose where to go.

Now that my body was a bit stronger, I wanted to train it physically. To make it stronger so that I would be able to protect myself and also make sure my body is strong enough to shift when Lizzie could finally appear.

I walked out of my room wearing a black gym stocking and top with a tight jacket on top.

I had training shoes on and my hair that had turned silky over the last few weeks after several deep conditioning treatnts was up in a ponytail.

My hair used to be yellowed and rough. The pigntation still hadn’t changed much because it grew long without care or proper nutrition.

While other she-wolves had silky long hair or those who had beco warriors wore short bobs that bounced like waves whenever they fought, I had rough sisal like strands on my head.

It never bothered though. I would cut it to just mid-back every ti it grew longer.

But due to lack of care and products for maintenance, it was so ugly anyone could barely look at it.

Now, as I walked, my ponytail swung from side to side, full of life and shine.

I had just walked out of the pack house when I t with the first group of warriors going for morning training.

Most were n and only four won were among them.

I realized that even though won born in the pack could still beco warriors and train, the lack of major battles over the years has led the pack to slack in training.

The feeling of superiority and the self-proclaid title of the strongest pack in the region had gotten to the ego of the pack leaders.

They didn’t train as hard as they were required and just went through the motions.

The won were even more involved and only went to daily training because it was like a tradition.

However, I can’t help but notice that even though the training was not as intense as it was when my father led the warriors, the muscles the male wolves had built were sothing to look at.

’I wonder what Mike looks like without a shirt.’

That random thought crossed my mind and I nearly slapped myself awake when I realized what I was thinking.

I couldn’t afford to let the mate bond get to .

I didn’t want to be attracted to that sadistic man. Even though I couldn’t fight the instinctive attraction I felt towards him, I could control it and not let it affect .

However, for so reason, I was becoming more and more attracted to him.

When I saw him, my heart would thump in my chest as if it was seeking attention.

Whenever he looked at with those dark eyes, sothing in my heart would stir awake and my body would start heating up.

Now, I was even beginning to think about him voluntarily.

I took a deep breath and approached the n who were looking at as if I was a piece of gum stuck to their shoe and they couldn’t get it off.

"Valerie, just because you have been given an empty title doesn’t make you Luna. You are nothing but a slave and no matter what you do, that will never change. Stop poisoning our mates and mind your own business or else, you will face the consequences."

One of the male warriors spoke before I could even reach them.

That snapped out of my thoughts and I raised my head to look at the person who just spoke.

The man was masculine with muscles that looked like they would burst out of his skin at any mont.

He was more than six feet tall and had a bigger build than the others. His eyes were dark brown and his hair was auburn. He had a long scar running down from his right brow to his chin.

From the way it looked, that scar was very old yet, even with the self-healing ability of werewolves, it still remained.

This ans that it has been made with a silver knife.