The Were CEO's Secret

Chapter Fifty-seven - You Demean Me.

Someone kicked the door open and Garcia snapped her head to the direction. Who dared interrupt her training session?

She saw a teenage girl walk in with two boys. She folded her arms on realizing who it was. It was the greater bitch than she was, Coral Ralph. "And what do you want?" Garcia looked the girl over, after she told her boys to stand at the door.

Coral brushed her hair away from her face. "So Garcia, I heard you've been mistreating Reina again. Actually a staff told me. I'm not pleased." Garcia cackled. "Fvck you, do you think I care if you're pleased? Train her yourself if you think you're up to it?" She'd spared no time to reply. "Oh, so you know you're not up to it, right?" Coral smirked.

Garcia clenched her fists. This bitch shouldn't make her throw hands. "Get the fvck out of here before I make you."

"Make me, Garcia. The only thing you're good at doing is being pretty on camera. That your Delta shit is nothing." Coral mocked outrightly. Those words were like broken glasses thrown at Garcia's pride. She remembered Stephanie saying something similar. They all underestimated her.

She gulped down. "Get out, Coral. Or I won't care if your brother is a Beta and I'd make marks on your body."

Coral massaged her fingers. "Don't fear me cos of my brother is a Beta. Fear me cos I have a Beta blood in me and can actually dish out my threat, not like you'd be the first Delta I've subdued." She said the last part with a raised voice and the boys, hearing her, cheered her on.

"So Garcia, don't make me repeat myself. Treat Reina nicely. Or you won't like me. I mean, you'd hate me more." She narrowed her eyes at her.

Garcia was lost of words. Teenage bitches would just walk in front of her and insult her. They be tripping? "I only dare you to touch me."

"Hurt Reina again, and I will." Coral strolled off.

"You're just a seventeen pile of shit. Stop thinking so highly of yourself!" Garcia barked.

Coral smirked and walked off.

Garcia shouted in frustration, kicked the punching bag, she was training with, hardly and it flew to the wall and busted.

"That seventeen pile of shit is the lead warrior for the young adult wolfs!"

Garcia turned to see who spoke, she snarled to see it's Avery. "So that's what gave her guts!"

Avery sighed, crouching besides the busted punching bag. "Garcia, you're strong but if you don't practice, you don't get combat skills and then a lead warrior can actually beat you up."

"I beat a lead warrior once remember." Garcia taunted.

Avery frowned. "You may have. But Coral is different. She has a Beta blood in her and she hates you. I had restraint cos we grew up together. Another lead warrior may not."

Garcia scoffed and looked away from her. Avery walked closer and continued.

"Our Alpha was attacked by a lead warrior. Did you see the injury he gave her? She defeated him, yes. But as a lead warrior, I don't know if I can."

Garcia snapped. "Then that's your problem! I am a Delta not a Lead Warrior."

"It's still your problem! You don't have the full skills of a Delta. Lead warriors protect the Alpha. Really strong ones can defeat an Alpha. Same as Delta and Betas. Do you think you can beat a Fellow Ranked Delta? No." Avery walked away. Garcia watched as she walked away. They all came to demean her then leave without a fight. She knew they were truth in Avery's words but it didn't apply to her.

She knew what she was capable off. Something else was in her own blood. Replacing a new punching bag, she went on with her training.

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Alpha Luciana had been watching the banter with a smirk. Coral was built different, like her brother, having the same silly pride.

Garcia had potential but always masked it off. She had something in her that she always denied. Avery was loyal and eager for to learn, and that was why she was her lead warrior. She was glad the girls were being competitive, though she wouldn't appreciate it if they fought themselves or disrespected their ranks.

Cole returned to her with a balm in a shiny steel container. "This container gives me anxiety." He dropped it and flung the cover open.

Luciana smiled. "Cos it looks like silver? I guess that's what the manufacturer was trying to do." she bit in a groan as he applied the balm to her injury. "It doesn't heal, does it?" Cole was hesitant but then nodded. "I don't know why. I've tried everything. Could his knife be drugged?"

The Alpha replaced the bandage to her injury. "It's Mashi. It slows down the healing process. And it's forbidden for wolves."

Cole furrowed his eye brow. Why would a lead warrior of a pack have that in his possession? It's detrimental to both him and his Alpha.

"There is only one place in America that sells it. Let's go." Luciana stomped out of her house.

Her eyes darkened seeing another car at her garage, not the Rolls Royce. That lead warrior better return to her so she'd finish him off.

Arriving at the Changsam brothel took Cole by surprise. How could Mashi be sold at such a porous place? His Alpha entered a small house.

Cole exhaled, looking around the surroundings, before going in with her. The inside was aesthetic with pictures of the moon and stars and some astral paintings.

A bang of the table shook him from his admiration. Luciana banged the table again to wake the lady sleeping on it.

She jolted awake on the third one and her eyes widened seeing two guest in her small house. "Didn't you see the 'closed' sign at the front?"

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"We didn't. I'm sorry but I have questions to ask you. By any chance, do you till sell Mashi? Who do you usually sell too?" Luciana enquired.

The woman was quiet before she smiled and rose from her chair. "I see you being broken by the true identity of someone you love. Rising up or letting it drown you, is your decision. Luciana and Cole glared at the lady. Is she giving irrelevant fortune telling and ignoring get question?

"That's all superstitious. Answer me."

The woman smirked. "Answer me first, are you an Alpha cos another Alpha came to me last week asking of my customer and Mashi." She snickered.

Cole mind linked to the Alpha. "It'd be Johnson. Why's he curious on Mashi when his lead warrior uses it? Something isn't right."

Luciana replied. "He's warrior looks sketchy but I don't think the lead warrior is the customer I'm looking for here." She glared at the lady.

"Yes, I am an Alpha." She took off her gold earrings and placed it on the table. The lady gushed, grabbing it.

"You know good business, Alpha." The lady grinned. "I don't snitch on my customers, but the man who buys from me is Jarma. He isn't dangerous, he's friendly so I doubt he's who you're looking for. He sells to others also." Cole nodded. "If we find Jarma, then we can protect him from Johnson, let him work for us. Johnson seem to not like him."

Luciana smiled at the lady, and turned away. "Well, in case another Alpha or wolf come, don't snitch on us too, hmm?"

The lady nodded frantically, fondling the gold earrings. Cole and Luciana left the lady's small house.

"We find Jarma, we can find that lead warrior. If Jarma had offended Johnson, he deserved a hug from me. Anyway, send Coral to Cherry again."

Cole smirked. "I didn't send her the first time. But with pleasure, she likes the exercise."