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.

always. Her arms were crossed loosely, her stance relaxed, as though my delay hadn’t bothered her at all. It

tone maintaining its hardness

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

of boxing

roughly, the leather creaking

didn’t have a name for. Everything was too much. My body was here, but my mind was elsewhere, churning over the inheritance, over what had been stolen from me, over

start slow,” El

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I didn’t want slow. I wanted something to burn. I stepped into the circle she’d drawn in the dirt days ago,

she asked, holding up

“Yeah.”

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

“Focus, Ryn. Breathe.”

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 I’d been told, on every

El murmured. “Keep

with every blow, like a dam about to break. My eyes stung, my vision blurred,

not fair.” I blurted, my

nothing, letting me

yelled, slamming my fist into the pad. “Everything!” Another hit. “They lied to

they streaked down my face. My punches became wild, fueled by everything I couldn’t say–years

into the last punch. My fist connected harder than I’d meant to, and

she hit the ground with a sharp thud, sliding several

.

stop.

I thought the worst of myself, then to my relief, she stirred and the relief

gasped, running toward

sat up, wiping

holding

at

with fire. “It had something real behind

falling. She didn’t push just sat there, steady as ever, and then I cried like

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