C7 Training Ground

Alpha Nicholas POV

I have been in my office lately thinking about the next step. How best to train the wolves in this pack most of them are slow learners when it comes to training.

It seems like Matteo had done something to their wolves because I don't understand how all or most of them aren’t catching up during the sparring sessions or are at the same pace which shouldn’t be due to so many factors like height, body build, and all. It’s something that doesn’t seem normal.

I’m almost certain that that snake Matteo weakened their wolves in one way or the other. And until I’m able to undo it I don’t think any of them could become great warriors.

It’s only Cecilia that seems a bit fit and that automatically makes her my beta. Though I haven’t presented her yet to the Pack, I will do that soon. I need to call everyone out for the training.

This pack must be fortified whether they like it or not. My friends have left the pack and gone to God knows where but I’m certain if I need them, they will always show up.

As the pack gathers for the next sparring session, I position myself opposite Dr. Roselyn, determined to push her limits. With suspicions still lingering in my mind about her potential clumsiness, I can't resist the temptation to test her resilience. We lock eyes, and I square my shoulders, feigning a stoic expression.

"Prepare yourself, Roselyn," I growl, allowing my harshness to seep into my voice. "I won't go easy on you." Roselyn, her face a mix of determination and nervousness, nods in response, clutching her training staff tightly.

I can sense her fear, and the mischievous side of me delights in pushing her to her limits. As the sparring session begins, I unleash a flurry of attacks, relentlessly aiming to knock her off balance.

I watch with amusement as Roselyn valiantly tries to hold her ground, but her movements are awkward and uncoordinated. Each time she stumbles or falters, I can't help but laugh inwardly, finding humor in her clumsy yet valiant efforts.

Her determination to prove herself despite her obvious lack of grace only fuels my amusement further. In the midst of the sparring session, Cecilia, ever compassionate, steps forward, concern etched on her face.

“Alpha Nicholas, perhaps we should take it easy on Roselyn," she suggests, her voice filled with genuine care. I raise an eyebrow, my amusement temporarily interrupted.

"And why would I do that?" I reply, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Are you suggesting that I should coddle her? Treat her like a fragile flower?" Cecilia's eyes widen, hurt evident in her expression, but I silence her with a stern glare.

I am determined to continue with the unorthodox training session and, in my own peculiar way, help Roselyn grow. As the session progresses, Roselyn's determination only intensifies.

Despite the stumbles and falls, she refuses to back down. It's as if the more I push her, the stronger her will becomes. I find myself both impressed and entertained by her unwavering spirit.

“Let’s start all over again Doc Roselyn,” I said to her. “You must not get tired,” I said to her when I noticed she was breathing deeply and was already on the floor.

“Your enemies wouldn’t let you be because you are tired,” I bellowed and immediately she stood on her feet. “This pack needs well trained warriors and I do not care if you are a doctor,” I ranted.

“You must not be a liability to us,” I uttered while walking in circles around her. I wanted to intimate her and see how far she can stand. “I need you to be able to stand your ground, Doc,” I shouted at the top of my voice.

“You can always become better than you think,” I muttered coldly. I initiate the spar with a lightning-fast strike, aiming to test Roselyn's mettle.

But to everyone's surprise, Roselyn displays an audacious move. As I fist hurtle towards her, she boldly ducks her head, narrowly escaping the blow.

With an unwavering spirit, she quickly springs back up, her eyes fixed on her formidable opponent. It looked like all the words I said to her had renewed her energy or she just hates being called weak.

Undeterred by her novice status, Roselyn begins to unleash a flurry of strikes, each one executed with newfound determination. But with my years of experience under my belt, I effortlessly evaded her moves.

My movements are a mesmerizing blend of agility and precision, as I gracefully sidesteps and spins away from her attacks. The tension in the room escalates as the sparring session intensifies.

Roselyn's passion and determination drives her to press forward, while I, recognizing her potential, challenges her with calculated strikes and feints. The clash between our contrasting styles creates a mesmerizing display of skill and technique.

In a moment of daring, Roselyn musters the courage to once again employ her audacious move. As I launch a series of rapid strikes, she fearlessly ducks her head, her long hair cascading around her.

The blows whiz over her head, missing their mark by mere inches. The onlookers gasp in awe at her audacity and the inherent risk of her move.

However, despite Roselyn's spirited efforts, I ultimately gained the upper hand. My vast experience and honed skills enable me to anticipate her moves and counter with precision.

With a calculated strike, I land a decisive blow, bringing the training session to an end. As the dust settles, I and Roselyn stand facing each other, both breathing heavily. There is a moment of silence, the room filled with a sense of admiration and respect.

I extended a hand to help Roselyn to her feet, acknowledging her determination and progress despite her limited training.

At times, I catch myself on the verge of offering encouragement, but I quickly suppress the urge, not wanting to break the comedic rhythm that has emerged from this unorthodox training session.

I turned around and winked toward Cecilia’s direction. That was my way of telling her, I knew what I was doing when pushing Roselyn.

Third POV

But amidst the adrenaline and the victory, there is another figure who stands, watching intently—Cecilia, Alpha Nicholas's sister.

Cecilia has been observing the training session with a mix of concern and determination. She has seen the harshness in her brother's approach, the way he pushes Roselyn to her limits, and the amusement he finds in her valiant efforts.

Deep down, Cecilia knows that her own capabilities match, if not surpass, those of Roselyn. She feels compelled to test her brother's mettle and prove her worth. Without hesitation, Cecilia steps forward, her eyes locked with Alpha Nicholas's.

Her voice, usually gentle and warm, carries an unfamiliar edge of determination as she challenges him. "Alpha Nicholas," she says firmly, her words cutting through the tension in the room, "I believe it's time for you to face a true challenge.

Accept my challenge, and let us see who stands as the victor." Alpha Nicholas's eyes widen in surprise, not expecting such a bold statement from his sister.

He studies Cecilia for a moment, sensing the determination radiating from her. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he nods, accepting her challenge.

"Very well, Cecilia," he replies, his voice laced with a mix of excitement and confidence. "Prepare yourself, for I will not hold back." The pack members gather around, their anticipation palpable.

This clash between Alpha Nicholas and Cecilia is unlike anything they have witnessed before. It's a battle that goes beyond physical strength—it's a test of willpower, strategy, and the unspoken bond between siblings.

As the spar begins, the energy in the room shifts. Cecilia, fueled by a burning determination, charges forward with grace and agility. Her movements are fluid, each strike calculated and executed with precision.

Alpha Nicholas, aware of his sister's capabilities, matches her every move with equal prowess. The clash between them is a dance of power and finesse.

Cecilia's strikes are swift and elegant, while Alpha Nicholas's counters are swift and strategic. They move across the training floor with a synchronized grace, their attacks and defenses blending seamlessly.

Throughout the intense battle, Alpha Nicholas pushes Cecilia to her limits, just as he did with Roselyn. He tests her resolve, aiming to uncover her hidden potential. Yet Cecilia refuses to back down.

She fights with a fire in her eyes, her every move fueled by the desire to prove herself and stand tall against her brother. The pack members watch in awe as the siblings engage in a fierce exchange of blows.

Each strike echoes with a resounding impact, reverberating through the room. The training facility seems to shrink in size as their energy consumes the space.

Despite Cecilia's valiant efforts, Alpha Nicholas's experience and skill eventually give him the upper hand. With a calculated move, he lands a decisive blow, ending the spar.

The room falls silent, everyone holding their breath in anticipation of the outcome. As the dust settles, Alpha Nicholas and Cecilia stand facing each other, their chests heaving with exertion. A sense of mutual respect and admiration fills the air.

Alpha Nicholas extends his hand to Cecilia, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "You fought valiantly, sister," he says, his voice filled with pride. "You have proven yourself as a formidable warrior." Cecilia accepts her brother's hand, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction etched on her face.

She knows that she She knows that she gave her all in the battle against her brother, and although she didn't come out as the victor, she feels a sense of accomplishment.

The pack members, witnessing the intense spar, erupt into applause, recognizing the incredible display of skill and determination from both Alpha Nicholas and Cecilia.

Alpha Nicholas, still holding his sister's hand, pulls her into a brief embrace, a rare show of affection between the siblings. "You have proven yourself today, Cecilia," he whispers, his voice filled with pride.

"You have earned your place as my beta." Cecilia's eyes widened in surprise and delight at her brother's words. The weight of his trust and recognition settles on her shoulders, filling her with a newfound sense of purpose.

She realizes that her challenge wasn't just about proving herself to Alpha Nicholas—it was about proving to herself that she was capable of standing alongside him as a formidable force within the pack.

With their spar now concluded, the siblings take a moment to catch their breath and collect themselves. The intense training session has forged an even stronger bond between them, deepening their mutual respect and understanding.

As the pack members disperse, Alpha Nicholas addresses the entire pack, his voice filled with authority and determination.

"Today, we have witnessed the strength and potential within our ranks," he declares, his gaze sweeping across the room.

"Each of you has shown the willingness to push your limits and strive for greatness." He turns his attention back to Cecilia, standing by his side. "Cecilia will now officially assume the role of my beta," he announces, his voice ringing with authority.

"She has proven her worth and earned this position." The pack members cheer, their voices echoing through the training facility. The announcement marks a new era for the pack, a time of renewed determination and unity.