Chapter 118: Training Me
Chapter 118: Training Me
Rebecca’s POV
I could tell he wasn’t actually angry that I was training. He was furious that another man was touching me. He was losing his mind because someone else was holding what he thought belonged to him.
I didn’t move for a second, my eyes drilling into his with disbelief. But then, I reached down, picked up the wooden dagger from the grass, and stood my ground.
Kaden turned his fierce glare back to the kneeling guard. "Get out of my sight. If I ever see your hands on her again, it will be your last day in this pack."
The guard didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet, bowed quickly, and ran off the training field, leaving the two of us completely alone near the edge of the trees.
Kaden turned back to me and stepped right into my personal space. "Your stance is entirely wrong," he muttered, his voice tight.
Before I could argue, he reached out and took the wooden dagger straight out of my hand. "Watch me," he commanded. He showed me the correct grip, then handed the blunt piece of wood back to me.
When I took it, he stepped up right behind me. He refused to let the guard touch me again, but he had no problem invading my personal space himself. I felt his chest press lightly against my back as he wrapped his large hands over mine, forcing my fingers to hold the dagger properly. He kicked my left foot slightly forward to widen my base.
He was so huge against me, and my body went rigid with tension.
I tilted my head back slightly, looking up at him over my shoulder. A sarcastic, bitter smile played on my lips.
"What’s the matter, Alpha Kaden?" I mocked softly, my breath fanning his jaw. "I thought touching me disgusted you. I thought I was just a filthy criminal and a breeder. Why are you suddenly so close?"
Kaden froze completely. He couldn’t answer me. He couldn’t find a single word to hide the fact that he was the one constantly holding onto me now.
Trying to ignore my question, he roughly moved my arms forward to show me a strike. But every single time the skin of our hands brushed, he seemed to lose his focus. The great, untouchable Alpha was losing his mind just from holding his prisoner.
"Pay attention," he growled, trying to sound cold, but his voice was completely rough.
Suddenly, before he could even tighten his grip, I made a sharp, unexpected twist with my wrist. It was a quick, lucky downward move I had picked up from watching the guards earlier.
Clack!
The sudden force caught him completely off guard. The wooden dagger flew right out of Kaden’s hand, tumbling onto the green grass between us.
I stepped back, a victorious smile on my lips as I watched him stare blankly at his empty hand. I had just disarmed the great Alpha king... even if it was only because I’d caught him off guard.
He didn’t seem angry. Instead, the corner of his mouth lifted into a faint, amused smirk.
"Nice try... again."
The next lesson was even harder.
He pushed me until every muscle in my body screamed in protest. Every mistake earned another demonstration. Every successful block was met with an even faster attack. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, my arms were shaking so badly I could barely hold the wooden dagger.
The same routine continued the following day... and the day after that.
Over the next three days, I became surprisingly talented. I refused to let Kaden break me during our daily practice. My movements became faster, my reflexes sharper, and I learned how to use my smaller size to my advantage.
Surprisingly, over these past three days, Kaden hadn’t attempted to fuck me or be intimate with me at all. Aside from the heavy, lingering touches during our training sessions, he kept his distance at night.
When I mentioned it to Stephanie during one of our usual gossip sessions, she couldn’t help but tease me.
"Maybe the big, bad Alpha is actually developing a conscience," Stephanie joked with a wicked smirk. "Or maybe he’s just giving you time to fully heal from the coma. Because trust me, Becca, when he is finally ready, he is going to completely pound you."
I had rolled my eyes and told her to shut up, but the truth was far worse. Like an idiot, I spent the last three nights staying up late in bed, staring at the ceiling, completely restless. My mind kept betraying me, imagining exactly what he would do to me after all these days of not touching me. The thought made my skin burn with a dangerous, unwanted heat.
But on the fourth afternoon, the reality of my cage snapped back.
During our lesson, I successfully blocked three of his strikes in a row, stepping back with a confident smirk.
"Maybe being your breeder isn’t the only thing I’m good at, Alpha," I taunted, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead.
Kaden’s jaw clenched, his green eyes darkening as his pride took a clear hit. He hated that I was getting good.
But we weren’t the only ones noticing.
As the days passed, I caught more and more pack warriors quietly gathering near the edge of the training grounds. They pretended to sharpen swords or polish their armor, but their eyes never left us. Some even hid behind the nearby bushes just to watch.
Low whispers drifted through the air.
"Has the Alpha really been training that prisoner every day?"
"I’ve never seen him spend this much time with anyone except the late luna."
"She actually blocked him."
"She disarmed him yesterday."
Their expressions were a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. The ruthless Alpha King, who barely tolerated anyone’s presence, was personally teaching the woman everyone believed he hated.
None of it escaped Kaden’s notice.
His jaw tightened, but he ignored every single pair of eyes fixed on us.
"Again," he growled, lunging forward with a swift move of his leg.
I tried to jump back to avoid him, but my foot caught on a thick root in the grass. My balance snapped completely.
"Ah!" I gasped, falling backward.
But I didn’t hit the hard ground.
Kaden’s strong arm shot out like lightning, wrapping tight around my waist and pulling me hard against his chest. We locked eyes, and the entire training ground fell into a dead silence. His green eyes were burning down into mine, and his grip on my waist was incredibly tight.
My heart went wild, a dangerous warmth spreading through my stomach.
Panicking at how much my body wanted him, I forcefully placed my hands against his broad chest and pushed myself out of his arms. I took two steps back, lowering my eyes, and bowed.
"I am tired, Alpha," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I am going back to my room."
Without waiting for his permission, I turned and practically ran away from the field.
When I finally reached the safety of my room, I slammed the door shut, trying to forget how he had touched me. I felt so hot and confused. I needed to wash him off my skin.
Frustrated, I quickly undressed, dropping my clothes onto the floor. I walked into the small bathroom and turned on the shower, stepping under the cool water. I closed my eyes, letting the spray wash over my face, trying to clear my messy thoughts.
Suddenly, a large, rough hand wrapped tightly around my waist from behind.
I froze.
For one stupid, ridiculous heartbeat, my mind immediately thought of Kaden.
Had he followed me?
Heat rushed into my cheeks before I could stop it. I started to turn, half expecting to see those familiar green eyes staring back at me beneath the stream of water.
Then the grip tightened.
It wasn’t possessive.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was forceful.
Wrong.
A wave of terror shot through my body.
I jerked violently, a scream catching in my throat as I spun around beneath the running water.
My eyes widened in absolute horror.
Standing inside my private bathroom wasn’t Kaden.
It was one of the bodyguards Kaden had assigned to protect me, a well-built pack warrior with a disgusting smile spreading across his face.
"Let go of me!" I shrieked, struggling with all my might, but without my wolf, I was completely pinned against the wet wall.
"The Alpha is done with you, breeder," the warrior whispered nastily, leaning in close. "It’s my turn."
Before I could even scream again—
The bathroom door burst open.
I gasped, looking over the warrior’s shoulder.
Standing in the doorway, radiating a terrifying, bloodthirsty rage that made the entire room seem to freeze, was Kaden.