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Pain was an understatement to what I was feeling right then, when my beta swung his closed fist at my jaw. The crack resounded around the training room as I also whimpered at the aching contact.
Yet, I shook it off like it was no big deal when I was actually dying inside. He seemed to notice my acting, which was why he had smirked at me and kept on coming closer while I shifted backwards. His forest green eyes trailed on my legs, watching every move I made.
I sighed to myself, immediately deciding that I definitely did not like this side of my best friend. So competitive. Droplets of sweat fell from his brown hair, eyebrows pulling closer as his fists squeezed tighter. I walked towards him stealthily, my heart racing more than it should.
His eyes followed me and he sighed, "You know, if you give up now, at least I know you tried," he said trying to sound pitiful but his actions showed anything but. My head shook vigorously like it was going to fall off. There was nothing I loved more than fighting.
The thrill, grunts, pain. I loved it all, especially the moments where your opponents think you've lost the battle. Just like my cute little beta here. Without a second thought, I threw in a punch as a distraction, which he immediately deflected by holding my fist in his.
My right leg followed in a strong kick, which he caught - entering straight into my trap. Now his hands were occupied, before he could realize the death move I was going for, I immediately jumped, using my flexibility to wrap my left leg around his neck and twist it painfully, bringing him to the ground.
Crack.
The satisfying sound that had come from me earlier filled the room again. He grunted loudly and I smiled with my face glistening with sweat. I had been practicing that move for a long time now, trying to perfect it.
"Fuck!" His deep voice exclaimed aloud. I shrunk back a little bit knowing that he was going to be very mad at me. Those kind of moves were only used by The Blue Blood Pack. That was my original pack and my father's. We were trained fighters, with warrior instincts and great determination.
"Are you okay?" I asked genuinely but truthfully, I, myself wasn't okay. I was famished and tired. We had been going at it for almost an hour. "Justin."
"What?" He whined out, still lying on the floor lazily. The little breeze came through the window, blowing us a bit silently and giving me chills as I was just sweating a minute ago.
"Getup, let's go get food." I ordered but he didn't budge and I sighed knowing that I had already been placed on the silent treatment.
"Are you guys finished?" A husky voice asked from behind, sending me shivers. My head turned in a whiplash as I stared at my handsome husband. He had a bottle of water in his hands and I immediately smiled at him for that.
He came closer to me, still staring at Justin confused and I laughed. Collecting the bottle from his hand, I tore off the cap and took gulps of it, feeling so much better as I quenched the parched feeling in my throat.
"What's going on baby?" My husband asked as he stared at his Beta who had now changed positions to the other side so that he could be glaring at me.
"Water?" I questioned as I stretched my right hand with the bottle of water in it towards my best friend but the reaction I got was not pretty. "Is that face for me?" I asked with a pout on my face.
"You know what she did Christian?" He finally said in his usual baritone to my husband who shook his head in response. "She used her death move on me."
Chris' eyebrow furrowed together, staring at Justin before he burst into laughter suddenly. It took some time for him to calm down before he turned around, holding my hands and taking me away from him. "Suck it up and come have launch. You were disturbing her for a spar and she finally obliged. You should also learn how to deflect any move from The Blue Blood Pack." He said as he walked away, throwing a salute at him.
I was still smirking at Justin as he threw me a "fuck you" sign and I replied with a kiss which got me an extra finger in return. I had to admit, I had already gotten used to fighting like that.
My father always trained me, all the time. I guess he was always afraid that I would not be able to protect myself due to me being a late bloomer.
Yes, if you're asking, the Adriana Carter, one the strongest warriors and Luna has not yet seen her wolf.
Christian led me to the staircase and raised my hands from my sides to wrap them around his neck. I immediately stared into his soft molten brown eyes. One of the things that attracted me to him. He leaned down to kiss me on the cheek and I smiled.