Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

The atmosphere grew heavy with tension as Axton and Colt’s argument escalated, causing my heart to race with fear and uncertainty. The intensity of their anger was unlike anything I had ever witnessed before; it radiated off them in waves, filling the air with palpable aggression. In the midst of the training grounds, they confronted each other, the silence broken only by the pounding of my heart, a sure sign that trouble was brewing. 

“Stop, Axton!” 

Fear gripped me, causing my voice to quiver as I cried out and hurriedly rushed forward, determined to intervene before things spiraled out of control. My desperate pleas went unheard as several of Axton’s pack mates positioned themselves in front of me, effectively cutting off my path. 

“Stay out of it,” One of them spoke, his voice resonating with power and control. “This is between them. There’s nothing you can do to stop them now.” 

As I watched helplessly from the sidelines, I could feel a surge of frustration building within me. There was a sense of inevitability as I realized that once Axton had made up his mind, there was no stopping him. But that didn’t stop me from trying, from wishing that things could be different. 

Meanwhile, Axton and Colt stood in a tense standoff, their fists clenched and their muscles tense with anger. I could feel the intensity of the anger building up, a ticking time bomb about to detonate. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Finally, Axton let out a roar of defiance as he forcefully shoved Colt, sending him stumbling backwards and eliciting a surprised grunt. With a fierce glare, Colt regained his footing, his clenched fists trembling with rage at the sight of 

Axton. 

“You want a fight, motherf*cker? You got it 

With a voice dripping with malice, Colt growled and lunged forward, his fists swinging in a wild frenzy. Axton met his attack head–on, his own fists flying as they grappled with each other in a frenzied flurry of blows. Their movements were swift and brutal as they fought, sweat glistening on their brows and the smell of exertion filling the air. It was a terrifying scene, the sound of their fists colliding echoing loudly across the training grounds, filling the air with a sense of intensity. 

But then, to my horror, Colt’s expression contorted into a sinister smirk, his hand moving towards his neck to reveal a hidden item concealed beneath his shirt. With a sudden jerk, he brandished a small knife, its blade shimmering ominously in the bright sunlight. 

As I watched in horror, my heart raced and I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to scream, to make my voice heard, to desperately intervene before it was too late. Paralyzed by fear, I stood there silently, unable to move or speak as the words got stuck in my throat. 

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As soon as Axton laid eyes on the knife, his shock was evident through his widened eyes, and his anger instantly transformed into a serious expression. 

“You think a knife can stop me, Colt?” he mocked, his voice laced with confidence. “I could defeat you without even something like that.” 

In a split second, Colt lunged towards Axton, the blade in his hand slashing through the air with blinding speed. 

Blood blossomed from the gash on Axton’s chest as he stumbled backwards, his cry of pain echoing through the air before he fell to the ground. In a state of shock, I gasped in horror, my heart pounding in my chest as I was unable to tear my eyes away from the unfolding scene. 

Even in his weakened state, Axton’s eyes burned with an unyielding determination, a clear indication of the fire of revenge that raged within him. With a defiant roar, he rose from his chair, his muscles tense and ready for the next round with Coll 

“You pathetic coward,” With a look of pure disdain, Axton spat out his words, his voice dripping with contempt as he locked eyes with Colt. “You resort to using a knife when you could have just fought like a real werewolf 

“You want me to fight like a werewolf?” With a boisterous chuckle, Colt flung his knife away, the sound reverberating in the surroundings. “Fine. You got it.” 

“No, Colt, you f*cking idiot, don’t do it!” 

My voice erupted in a scream, quivering with anger, as I desperately implored him to halt. Ignoring me completely. Colt’s attention was solely focused on Axton, his piercing gaze filled with an intense determination that made my skin crawl. 

As Colt began to shift, a guttural roar escaped his lips, and his body twisted and writhed in a grotesque display of transformation. I saw his bones snap and change position beneath his skin, while his muscles grew and expanded with an uncanny strength. 

As Axton watched Colt’s transformation, his eyes widened in alarm and his muscles tightened in preparation for the clash that was about to unfold. His eyes betrayed a flicker of fear, yet his unwavering resolve was evident in the way he squared his shoulders and braced himself for what was to come. 

Right when it seemed like Colt’s transformation couldn’t get any more intense, something completely unforeseen occurred. Axton’s body filled with a sudden burst of energy as he lunged forward, his hand gripping Colt’s wolf form tightly by the neck and forcefully pushing him down onto the ground. Helpless in his wolf form, Colt whined and snarled, his attempts to move only resulting in more frustration. 

The sound of grunts and growls filled the air as Axton struggled to overpower Colt’s wolf form, his muscles flexing with every move. My eyes widened in horror as 1 witnessed the intense clash between them, their snarls and growls. creating an echoing symphony that filled the training grounds like thunder. 

“Calm down,” As Axton spoke, his voice resonated with confidence and power, as he tried to reason with the untamed Colt. “You need to transform back into your human form. I’ll let you go, but only if you calm down.” 

It didn’t matter what was being said or done, Colt remained unwavering in his refusal. With a fierce snarl, he continued to struggle against Axton’s grip, his claws digging into the ground as he fought to break free. I could see the untamed wilderness reflected in his eyes, a feral fury that seemed ready to devour everything in its path. 

The air was thick with the sound of snarls and growls as the standoff continued for a few tense minutes. Cradually, Colt’s resistance started to fade away. Reluctantly, he let out a defeated whimper, surrendering to the inevitable as he felt his body relax and shrink back into its human state. 

Axton loosened his grip, allowing Colt to wearily rise to his feet with a sigh that echoed his exhaustion. I watched as he stood there, his chest heaving with exertion as he struggled to catch his breath. The aftermath of their brutal confrontation was a sobering sight, leaving behind a trail of destruction. 

For a few moments, there was silence, the only sound the sound of our ragged breathing as we tried to process what had just happened. But then, with a heavy sigh, Axton wearily but resolutely stepped forward, his determination evident as he addressed Colt. 

“Listen to me,” Axton’s voice was low and commanding as he snapped his finger, instantly demanding attention. “During a challenge that’s not to the death, you can’t just bring a knife and stab people. It’s not how things are done.” In a display of defiance, Colt grumbled under his breath while meeting Axton’s gaze, his eyes blazing with determination. There was no way Axton was going to give up, his jaw firmly set as he carried on addressing Colt. 

“I could have been seriously injured,” Continuing with a sharp anger in his voice, Axton pressed on. With a casual gesture, he pointed towards the healed wound on his chest, evidence of his swift recovery. “If I didn’t heal as fast as I do, things could have ended very differently. Your failure to remain calm could have triggered the start of a war. Do you grasp the magnitude of that situation?” 

Uncomfortable, Colt shifted his weight, unable to meet Axton’s eyes as he muttered indistinct words under his breath. Axton’s determination hardened his expression, and he swiftly delivered a sharp slap to the back of Colt’s head, refusing to let him off the hook so easily. 

“Listen to me.” Axton snapped, his grip tightening as he forcefully grabbed Colt by the head, making him meet his gaze. “In my pack, I have zero tolerance for this kind of behavior. Is this the standard operating procedure in Thornholde? Do all of you intentionally ignore every single rule? It’s truly embarrassing that the largest and most influential pack in our nation lacks basic manners and conduct when it comes to hosting guests. 

Colt bit his lip, a chastened expression crossing his face as he locked eyes with Axton. It was clear from his expression that he had finally understood the message, his defiant demeanor giving way to a begrudging acceptance of his 

mistake. 

“Alpha Hunt, it seems my pack’s performance falls short of your expectations.” 

With every step Zeke took, his looming presence seemed to grow, surrounding us like a suffocating dark cloud. As he drew nearer, my heart leaped in my chest, and I couldn’t decipher the emotions behind his inscrutable gaze as he observed the scene. As I struggled to find the words to respond, my mouth went dry, and I had to force myself to 

swallow. 

“But first, what’s going on here?” 

With narrowed eyes, Zeke studied Axton intently, his piercing gaze searching for any trace of deceit. As Zeke’s scrutiny intensified, the tension in the air became palpable, weighing down on us like a suffocating blanket. 

“As we were practicing, a small argument broke out between us,” Axton’s casual shrug betrayed his obvious lie, his words dripping with insincerity. “Alpha LeBlanc, let’s not blow this out of proportion. It’s not as significant as you’re making it seem.” 

Zeke raised a questioning brow, his arms crossed tightly. 

“Your chest is covered in blood, Alpha Hunt, the result of a deep wound.” 

“It appears that you have exceptional vision, Alpha LeBlanc.” 

Zeke shifted his gaze to Colt, his face contorted in a stern expression, silently demanding an explanation for his behavior. Feeling uneasy beneath Zeke’s penetrating stare, Colt’s eyes shifted restlessly, his mind racing to find the appropriate response. 

“Well?” Zeke prompted, his voice filled with a sharp impatience. “What’s the meaning of this? Why were you engaged in a fight with a guest who is currently participating in our training program?” 

His gaze pleading for guidance, Colt nervously glanced at Axton, his struggle to find the courage to speak evident in his hesitant demeanor. Stepping forward, Axton’s somber expression hinted at the seriousness with which he approached Zeke’s inquiries. 

“Colt was making unnecessary comments to Chestnut,” Axton explained, his voice remaining calm and composed, even as the tension in the air thickened. “I tried to defend her, but things escalated quickly.” 

Zeke paused, his eyes scanning the area until they landed on me, as if he had just become aware of my presence. 

“Chestnut?” 

“Oh!” A smile played on Axton’s lips, completely disregarding the fact that he had just engaged in a life–or–death battle moments earlier. Pointing with excitement, he directed his finger towards me, “You know, the pretty girl with the Chestnut hair.” 

“F*ck. Under my breath, I let out a frustrated grumble. “F*cking f*ck.” 

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by as me summer ms gaze towards me. “Maya, can I have a word with you?” Without hesitation, I shake my head in disbelief. 

“I’d rather not.” 

“Well,” Zeke shrugged, his expression growing grave. “What was once a question has now become a firm directive from your Alpha. Drop everything and let’s have a conversation. We have an extensive list of subjects to go over. Don’t you think?”