Argued

Chapter Hundred and Twenty-Four – Argued.
Rihanna’s POV
My leg was healed now. I stared at the hill which was my daily spot before. All the memories I had gotten there replayed on my head.
I smiled at them all.
Someone was grunting, climbing up the hill.
I gazed down and saw Ray. He still hasn’t gotten stamina to climb up here without struggle.
“Are you still tailing me? I’m not outside Black Hills at the moment. Go run an errand for your Alpha.” I taunted.
He finally reached the top of the hill and fell on his back, panting. “How do you do this? Climbing isn’t my thing at all.”
“I was always built different.” I drawled, climbing the tree and tilting my head.
He got up from the ground and frowned. “I’m not here for a climbing contest. I’m here to…”
“Talk.” I interfered. “It’s always some lousy talk you want. What’s it about now? Chris? Cara?”
The frown on him deepened when I mentioned Cara. I didn’t even want to venture into it.
So it wouldn’t lead to talks about my own mate.
“Just talk, like two siblings, you know.”
“Yeah right.” I rolled my eyes. He couldn’t even trust his own sibling last time?
“We have differences, disagreements. We are from different packs, ranks and support and hate different people.” He started.
It sounded boring, like the long sermon our father usually gave after he scolded us.
“But we are still blood related. You shouldn’t transfer your ill feelings towards me. Or my mate.”
So it finally boiled down to Cara? “Hold it there! You have no right to call my feelings ‘ill’. What happened to ‘we have our differences’?”
“What I mean is…”
“I really don’t care about Cara. You saw me try to reach out, but she slapped my arm!” I yelled.
“Not literally but yeah, she wasn’t accepting.” Raymond nodded. “But you terming her an enemy because of that…”
“She isn’t my friend either, Ray! I can’t believe we’re doing this! I don’t care about her. She’s the most precious in your life, I gladly step down.”
I attempted to jump down the tree I was on but my brother stepped forward.
He paused, then smirked. “Step down? Cara as my mate didn’t make you less of my sister.”
“Yeah, not accepting her did. And you shouldn’t care, I haven’t forgiven our parents either. I have issues. The ill feelings.” I scoffed, jumping down.
He blocked me. “Really?”
“Really!” I shoved him. “I don’t make a good sister-in-law anyway. I’d be worse to the bitch.”
I searched for my Delta in my mind link. It was lunch already, and I promised her we’d eat homemade food so we better go rally for it.
Walking into the courtroom, I noticed it was empty, not like I expected Camilla inside. I turned to leave but the inner door opened.
I froze, backing who’d come out. I knew that door was connected to the Alpha’s bedroom.
“What did you want?”
My shoulders slumped. I had really not put chatting with her in my list when visiting.
“You’ve grown bigger.” I said, in respect to her stomach getting larger from when I last saw her.
“Yes, I’m pregnant.” Sasha rolled her eyes. “You didn’t answer me though…”
“I am not obligated to answer you. But if you’d help, my Delta and I need some homemade food. Your stomach would let you cook, right?”
She wore a scowl on her face. “You expect me to cook for you?”
“I don’t think you would though, in your condition.” I faked a concerned expression.
Her expression changed to annoyance. “Condition? I’m not sick, I’m just pregnant!”
“Oh, so you can cook for us then?” I raised my brows.
She looked for words to say before sighing, then nodding at whatever thoughts she was having. “You are trying to rile me up, right?”
“Am I? I just need homemade food. Since you are this way, I’d ask the kitchen directly.” I made a small bow then walked out.
Lana laughed viciously that we ‘riled’ her up.
“Rihanna!” she called back.
I halted my steps. “Yes, Sasha?”
“It’s Luna to you.” She smirked.
I faced her, her hands were on her hips. “Yes, Luna? What?”
She smirk fell off.
Did she think I couldn’t call her Luna? Did she think I was still affected by that title?
I had gotten more respectful and feared names. Your Silver. Alpha. Silver Wolf from prophecy.
Who cared about Luna for Black Hills? Only her.
“Aren’t you the Luna? Or you don’t think you deserve it? I agree but hold unto it cos no one I know wants it.”
She stepped closer to me. “You finally got bold enough to speak like this. You improved.”
“And you declined. You lost the chance to be a good warrior to be a Luna, monumental toy.” I shook my head.
“Who said that? I made decisions in the pack.” She challenged.
“I haven’t heard of any decision you made. And I strolled about today, no one talks about you.”
She looked down, my words getting to her.
“They may talk about how ridiculously funny you are in your new shape, if you came out more.” I added.
“You’d get this shape someday!” she retorted.
Was that her best?
I wasn’t great with kids but it’d be a waste of beauty and courage if I don’t reproduce.
“And I’d be gracefully with it, and not slouch!”
She straightened her back, eyeing me up and down. “Enjoy your Alpha position, someday you’d find yourself back to square one.”
My hands raised to hit her, but then I felt energy coming towards me. I brought my hand down.
She had taken steps back, while using her head to block my hit. She wasn’t worth it.
“I’d leave you to keep declining. The only one I wish well in your life, it’s your child.” I turned to meet Chris’ gaze. “Only your child.”
He exhaled, glancing at Sasha to be sure she was okay. “I knew you two meeting would turn to a fight.”
“We didn’t. I don’t have such time to waste.” I replied, with a fake smile. “Where’s Camilla?”
“At the garden again.” Chris responded, going to his wife. “And lunch will be delivered to your rooms.”
Sasha frowned hearing him.
“Finally. You’re being a good host.” I bowed slightly at Chris before moving out.
If Sasha felt like arguing, she should do it with her husband.