The Twin Alphas Warrior Luna by RYN

Chapter 163

Chapter 163

RYN

I remained stunned as I sat on the floor of the living room, back at the Watcher’s mansion.

Looking through the documents, I realized my parents had major stakes in real estate, technology, and so on, most of which were based in the east.

I wonder why that was.

No one talks about the East. No one even knows whether it’s a kingdom or just a place.

It just is.

But my parents had most of their businesses and assets there.

Is that why I remember nothing of my past? Is that why no one here in the West recognizes my status?

I sighed, rubbing my temple, and just then, El came downstairs with a pair of boxing gloves.

“Get up. It’s time to train.”

I let out a groan. Is she being serious right now? Can’t she see that I am currently, emotionally down and I need a moment?!

I’m sure you’re not deaf.” El added her tone, hard, as she reached the door and found me still sitting.

“I don’t want to train today. I mumbled and El frowned like she was confused.

“You don’t get to decide when you train, Ryn. I decide that, so for the last time, get up and let’s train.” She said, and then she left the house.

Knowing after this comes punishment, I threw a childish tantrum before reluctantly getting up and storming out of the house.

The morning was too beautiful for the

way

I felt.

Birds chirped somewhere high above, their songs which were light and carefree contrasted greatly with the storm brewing inside me. My boots crunched against the autumn leaves as I trudged through the woods, fists shoved deep in the pockets of my hoodie.

calm and patient like always. Her arms were crossed loosely, her stance relaxed, as though my delay hadn’t bothered her at all. It made me

said, her tone maintaining its

energy for it. I just stood there for a moment, trying to calm

of boxing gloves lying

on roughly, the

much. My body was here, but my mind was elsewhere, churning over the inheritance, over what had been stolen

slow,”

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into the circle she’d drawn in the dirt days ago, my heart. pounding like it was ready to

asked, holding up her

“Yeah.”

El didn’t comment. She simply adjusted, stepping back and letting me come at her again. Left jab, right cross. My fists thudded against the pads,

“Focus, Ryn. Breathe.”

was surprisingly calm, steady–a sharp contrast to the chaos bubbling inside me. I gritted my teeth as I punched again, harder this time. I imagined every strike landing somewhere else–on the face of every lie

El

like a dam about to break. My eyes stung, my vision blurred, but I didn’t stop.

fair.” I blurted,

said nothing, letting me

it from me!” I yelled, slamming my fist into the

they streaked down my face. My punches became wild, fueled by everything I couldn’t say–years of betrayal, years of silence. El absorbed every hit, never

my weight into the last punch. My fist connected harder than I’d

ground with a sharp thud, sliding several feet away before coming

.

stop.

and I thought the worst of

gasped, running toward

up, wiping dirt off

holding back,”

blinked at

punch…” She looked up at me, her eyes filled with fire. “It had something real behind it, Ryn. Next time, aim it

push

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