Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

Just as it seemed like the violence would erupt once more, a commanding voice boomed, shattering the chaos and bringing an abrupt and to the

tension.

“Enough!”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

The word reverberated across the training ground, its sound bouncing off the ground and filling my ears with its resonance. Stepping forward with authority, Uncle Gawyn’s booming voice filled the room, his eyes ablaze with righteous fury, Everyone seemed to hold their breath as he walked by, his commanding aura silencing even the loudest of protests.

With determination fueling his every step, Uncle Gavvyn’s eyes narrowed as he fixed his unyielding stare upon Axton and Zeke, leaving no room for debate. I could see the tension in their bodies, the way their muscles coiled and tensed as they braced themselves for his judgment.

“You” Uncle Gavvyn’s growl filled the air, his voice dripping with menace as he pointed an accusing finger at Axton and Zeke, “You have both failed to live up to the expectations of an Alphal

Like a heavy burden, his words filled the air, pressing down on us with an oppressive force. I could feel the weight of his disappointment pressing down upon me, squeezing the air from my lungs and leaving me gasping for breath.

*To attack each other like animals,” Uncle Gavyn continued, his voice dripping with disdain. He wildly falls his arms, shooting angry glances at both Axton and Zeke. He was filled with such anger that his body trembled uncontrollably. “In front of your people, no less. Shame and disgrace are the only words to describe it”

Axton and Zeke stood in silence, their bodies tense and their eyes downcast, as they absorbed every word of Uncle Gavvyn’s wrath. Their faces betrayed their guilt, their expressions etched with regret as they confronted the repercussions of their choices.

Uncle Gavvyn’s footsteps echoed heavily across the training ground as he approached Auton and Zeke, his expression grim and disapproving. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with the weight of his disappointment and the aftermath of their brutal fight.

I watched from a distance, my heart heavy with a mix of fear and concom as Uncle Gavyn drew closer to them. The sight of their battered and bloodied forms made my stomach churn with unease, a sickening reminder of the violence that had erupted between them.

Uncle Gavyn clicked his tongue in irritation as he surveyed the extent of their injuries, his lips pursed in a thin line of disapproval. It was clear from the look on his face that he was not pleased with what he saw, and I couldn’t blame him. The sight of two Alphas, leaders of their respective packs, reduced to nothing more than a pair of bruised and broken warriors was a sobering one indeed.

With a heavy sigh, Uncle Gavyn reached out and grabbed Zeke’s jaw, turning his head this way and that to get a better look at the damage. My heart clenched at the sight of Zeke’s bruised and battered face, the black marks standing out starkly against his pale skin, Blood trickled from a wound on his forehead, staining his face in crimson streaks.

“Look at you,” Uncle Gavyn muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. “is this truly the situation we find ourselves in? Fighting like wild beasts, mercilessly ripping each other apart over what?!”

Zeke remained silent, his gaze fixed firmly on the ground as Uncle Gavvyn examined his injuries. I could see the shame and guilt written plainly upon his face, his eyes haunted by the memory of their brutal confrontation.

Uncle Gavyn released Zeke’s jaw with a sigh, his expression softened slightly as he turned his attention to Axton. The younger Alpha stood before him, his body tense and trembling with exhaustion, but his eyes burned with a fierce determination.

“And you,” Uncle Gavyn said, his voice stern but not unkind. “I was disappointed, Axton. I thought you would do better. Your strength lies in leadership, not physical confrontation. This kind of behavior is simply not tolerable and should not be condoned.”

Aurton’s jaw clenched as he fought to hold back his emotions, his hists clenched at his sides as he struggled to maintain his composure. I could see the guilt and regret written plainly upon his face, His eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Axton murmured, his voice Hoarse with emotion. “I lost control. I let my anger get the best of me.”

Uncle Gavyn sighed heavily, his gaze softening as he looked upon his nephew with a mixture of compassion and disappointment. It was clear that he was torn between his role as Alpha and his love for his family, struggling to find the balance between discipline and forgiveness.

“I know you’re sorry, I can see it in your eyes,” Uncle Gavvyn said, his voice gentle but firm. But a simple apology isn’t sufficient to mend the damage caused. “You need to learn to control your temper, to transform your anger into a constructive force. You’re capable of so much more than this. I was convinced that training alongside my nephew would have an influence on him and improve his abilities. But to my surprise, I witnessed the two of you engaged in a scuffle, just like bratty pups!”

Uncle Gavyn’s sigh echoes through the tense air like a heavy weight, his disappointment palpable as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. I watch from a distance, my heart heavy with guilt and remorse, knowing that I am partly to blame for the chaos that has erupted around us.

As Uncle Gavyn surveys the scene before him, his gaze sweeping over the bloodied and battered forms of Axton and Zeke, he clenches his jaw in frustration. It’s clear that he’s struggling to maintain his composure, to keep his emotions in check in the face of such senseless violence

With a sharp snap of his fingers, Uncle Gavvyn calls for the attention of both packs, his voice cutting through the chaos like a knife. The crowd falls silent as they turn their gaze towards him, waiting for his command.

“Both packs, gather round!”

The members of both Thomholde and Blackacre pack move to obey, their expressions somber and tense as they await Uncle Gavyn’s instructions. swallow hard, feeling a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest as I realize the gravity of the situation.

Uncle Gavyn’s gaze sweeps over the assembled crowd, his eyes dark with disappointment as he addresses them.

“There is work waiting for all of you to accomplish,” he says, his voice firm but weary. “Given that your Alphas are injured, the responsibility of taking care of them lies with you. Considering that neither of your Alphas have mastered their anger, it’s hard for me to believe they can effectively address their own injuries. I can’t stand to see them any longer, take them away!”

Nodding in mutual understanding, the members of both packs wear somber expressions, readying themselves to fulfill Uncle Gavyn’s instructions. Swit and efficient, they moved without hesitation to assist their respective Alphas, their hands skillfully mending their wounds.

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In silence, I observe as Axton and Zeke are pulled away, their figures fading into the bustling crowd as they are escorted to receive medical care. A sharp pang of guilt courses through me as I fully grasp the magnitude of the paint have inflicted, witnessing the chaos and destruction caused by my actions.

Uncle Gavvyn’s intense gaze bears down on me, causing a shiver to course through my entire body. The weight of his disappointment bears down on me, causing fear to grip me tightly, like a vice around my heart.

Desperate to escape the weight of his gaze, I attempt to avert my eyes, but Uncle Gavyn’s voice resonates with a cutting force that fills the air.

“Don’t move, Maya. Stay exactly where you are.

With reluctance, I obediently comply, my heart pounding in my chest as I nervously lock eyes with him..

The training grounds are a whirlwind of activity, but amidst it all, we stand in silence, the reverberations of the earlier altercation still fresh in my mind. As Uncle Gavvyn’s eyes lock onto mine, I feel a weighty scrutiny that hints at his unspoken expectations, leaving me uncertain and hesitant.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Uncle Gavyn breaks the silence with his deep, rumbling voice. While his voice remains calm, there is an unmistakable undercurrent of tension that gives me goosebumps.

“Is there something you would like to tell me, Maya?

Just as I’m about to say something Uncle Gavyn interrupts me by raising his hand. His eyes bore into mine with such intensity that it sends a cold shiver down my back, his serious expression adding to the unnerving atmosphere.

“If you’re going to lie to my face,” he says, his voice low and menacing, “It’s probably best if you refrain from speaking altogether.”

force myself to swallow, my mouth suddenly parched as i grapple with the words I need to say. As I stand there, the heaviness of Uncle Gavyn’s disappointment engulfs me, making it hard to breathe.

“I…I’m sorry,” I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“Why are you taking responsibility for their actions? Both of them have reached an age where they understand the importance of controlling their anger. They both have the admiration of their people, yet their actions are nothing short of foolish.”

Like a heavy cloud, Uncle Gavvyn’s question hovers in the air, casting a shadow over my thoughts. Why am I apologizing for the actions of two Alphas? It’s a question that lingers in my mind, refusing to offer a straightforward answer and leaving me with a sense of unease.

“…I don’t know, I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. “I guess…I guess I just feel responsible somehow.”

Uncle Gavyn’s brow creases with perplexity, his penetrating gaze foxed upon me with great scrutiny.

“Responsible?” he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. “However, Maya, you were not involved in the events that occurred. Please excuse me if lam finding your statement perplexing”

I attempt to articulate the complex array of emotions surging within me, yet the words become lodged in my throat. I experience a profound sense of guilt, manifesting as a tight knot in my chest, hindering my ability to breathe as I grapple with comprehending the situation.

Uncle Gavvyn emits a deep sigh, a weighty sound that resonates within the desolate stillness of the training grounds.

“I’m going to ask you something, Maya,” Uncle Gavvyn says, his voice quiet but insistent. “And I need you to be honest with me.”

With a gulp, I feel my heart racing in my chest, readying myself for what is about to unfold.

“Okay,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll try.”

With a cautious glance to the left and then to the right, he surveys the empty training grounds, assuring our complete seclusion. Reaching out, he gently takes my hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring, as if he’s trying to convey his feelings without words.

“Maya,” His voice, soft yet urgent, begins to resonate, “Please don’t hold back, I need you to be completely honest with me. To me, you are not just a person, but my beloved daughter. I’m willing to offer my assistance, but I can only do so if you’re willing to share the truth with me.”

His words stir such strong emotions within me that my heart feels like it could burst, his voice brimming with sincerity that resonates deeply. Like a loving father, Uncle Gavvyn was always there to lend a helping hand and offer wise advice whenever I needed it. With his gentle grip on my hands, I am filled with a profound sense of gratitude and love.

“I’ll be honest, Uncle Gavyn,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “I promise.”

With a nod, his gaze intensifies, probing my eyes for even the slightest trace of deception.

“Good,” he says, his tone serious. With a deep breath, he gathers the courage to ask me a question that sends a wave of dizziness through my body. “When they mentioned something being stolen, were they specifically referring to you?”