Kylie
"Are you sure you don't want to return home before midnight?" Lucas exhaled before this fist was thrown at my face.
I lifted my right arm and blocked his punch with my palm. As soon as I got a grasp of his bulge and hefty fist, I shoved it away and extended my other arm to hit him.
"My birthday was nothing special. I'd rather stay here to train."
Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, but I was too preoccupied to even wipe them. Fighting for me was a piece of cake but it was kind of harder with Lucas because he was our late Alpha's son.
The motivation to be good enough as their Beta was the only thing that kept me going.
"I'd like to say you were looking forward to being the Pack's Beta rather than meeting your mate," Lucas laughed.
That's a truth I won't deny.
His balled-up fist landed on the left side of my jaw, which caused my face to wince with a slight hint of pain. I was ready to hit him back when both his hands were abruptly raised into the air as an indication of surrender.
Staring into his face covered with sweat and his head continuously shaking, we both burst out laughing.
I know he didn't mean to hurt me, and it was nothing but a pure accident.
My shoulders were both slumped, and my eyelids were getting heavier. I was indeed tired of training for the entire day, but this would be my last day of training anyway, so I might as well enjoy every bit of it.
"Logan will be here for your next training session," he mumbled before filling his mouth with water.
Wiping a white towel over his face, he glanced at his wristwatch.
"I'm ten minutes ahead, but who cares? Happy birthday, Beta Kylie." Lucas' brows wiggled, teasing me by addressing me as his Beta. He granted a tap on my shoulder before he pointed out the exit.
After I was left alone, I decided to sit on the bench while waiting for Alpha Logan to arrive.
It was already pitch black outside the training hall. Only the dim lights around the Packhouse gave luminosity to my sight.
"Shall we start?"
My shoulders vibrated as I gasped in shock at the sudden baritone yet hoarse voice that rang behind me.
"Alpha," I called, hastily leaving my seat to turn around and bow my head.
Unlike Lucas, his twin, Logan was more intimidating. With his stone-like face and his cold Alpha demeanor, nobody was entitled to have a casual chat with him. His aura screams respect and high recognition.
His hands were positioned while his feet were in place, ready to fight. I did the same, though my attention was drifting to something else.
My heart was suddenly racing as if I was nervous. I've never felt nervous with any of my training before.
Logan extended his right arm until his fist bumped into mine. Within only a blink of a second, I felt volts of electricity rushing through me with his skin touching mine.
I forced myself to focus on the fight. I can't lose right now and make him think I don't deserve the place I worked hard for.
A few seconds had passed, and he had yet to throw me any attack. His sharp eyes were peering at me beneath his long and thick lashes with a hint of a devilish smirk painted on his lips.
Realizing he had no intention of initiating the attack, I was the one who started. Firm and quick, I stretched out my arm with my tightly clenched fist.
I had already calculated my fist to land on his left cheek and as his initial response, I knew he would block it. But that's not what happened.
Logan's rough palm grips my wrist as he tugs at me. I was caught off guard and that made me just lifelessly follow his pull.
My chest banged against his hard and toned chest before I was twisted into the air. And the next thing I knew, my back was pressed into his chiseled body.
With him this close, my body began to hyperventilate until I felt his heavy breath brushing against my nape. My breathing became rapid with a sudden intensity, and my knees wobbled.
"A-Alpha?"
His arms that were wrapped around my waist got tighter.
"What about Logan?" he playfully chuckled, making me lose my sanity.