“Oh, thank the Goddess!” I concede that I was in a state of panic.
They both emitted a slight laugh at my expense, and I, in a display of maturity, protruded my tongue at them, prompting further amusement. Gavin takes Norah’s hand, “Come on, it’s late.” Let us proceed.
“Thank you for all your assistance, Norah,” I call out as they exit.
Alert Alert Alert.
Alyssa remains asleep, allowing me to prepare myself. I glance in the mirror and recall this day from one year prior. I have made significant progress since that time. My lengthy black hair is lustrous, and the naturally loose curls appear healthy.
I possess a pleasant summer glow due to extensive outdoor exposure. My eyes are a vivid blue, and they are prominent. My physique appears robust and vigorous. I have regained my feminine curves. I have regained my sense of self, and it is entirely due to Alyssa. She compelled me to rediscover my purpose. I cannot fathom my current situation had I not encountered her. I did not disclose the extent of my distress at that time, but my mental state was quite poor.
I approach Miss Alyssa, who remains asleep. I caress her hair and observe her awaken gradually.
“Good morning, Miss Alyssa,” I utter softly. I am promptly met with a broad, toothy grin. She begins to rise, and I lift her up. I embrace her for a moment and sing, ‘you are my sunshine.’
“Happy Birthday, my dear Princess!”“I hear Brandon speak.”
I pivot, and he is entering her chamber. He seizes her from my embrace without solicitation and elevates her aloft. Alternately administering raspberries to her neck and abdomen each time. Alyssa’s laughter is exuberant, and it is the most delightful sound imaginable. Brandon and I are also laughing. Regardless of the frequency with which he performs this, her laughter remains timeless. After a minute or two, he embraces her and kisses her. Brandon frequently evokes memories of my father.
He resembles my father significantly, while I bear an exact likeness to my mother. Brandon possesses tousled blonde hair and blue eyes. Both individuals were tall and muscular.
Father and Brandon are both exceptionally attractive. At 22, he has yet to discover his partner, and I am aware that it burdens him. Observing him with Alyssa, I am confident he will become an exemplary father in the future. Brandon returns her belongings, stating, “I should take my leave.” I must proceed to my workplace.
“I love you, Princess,” Brandon declares to Alyssa.
I prepare her, and as we descend the stairs, Alyssa is captivated by the decorations and balloons. That singular aspect rendered the entire experience worthwhile. Upon concluding our meal, I escort her home and subsequently proceed to Alpha’s office.
I rap on the door; he responds, “Enter.” Upon entering, I am taken aback to find both Luna and his daughter Aniyah seated on the couch in his office. Luna is a benevolent and exceptionally beautiful woman. Luna possesses shoulder-length straight blonde hair, interspersed with a hint of grey, striking green eyes, and an attractive visage. At her mid-40s, she is ageing gracefully. Aniyah possesses long, wavy light brown hair and green eyes. She possesses beauty; however, she lacks the kindness and amiability characteristic of her family.
It is astonishing to consider her relation to Gavin and her descent from her commendable parents. I surmise they excessively indulged her, leading to an inflated sense of self-importance. “Enter and have a seat,” Alpha instructs me to the chair opposite him, adjacent to his desk. I offer the women a smile and a nod.
“Did you wish to see me, Alpha?”“I inquire.”
I have observed significant improvement in your training. “I have been informed that you are now the third most formidable female fighter,” he remarks with a smile.
“Third or fourth,” I rectify him, and he acknowledges. Serena is the most powerful, while Elaine ranks second.
Serena and Elaine are training all the female fighters, and their schedule is already quite full. I am aware that you presently engage in training for a minimum of two hours daily. “I would like to contribute to that,” Alpha states with a smile.
“Is that acceptable?”I enquire.
“I request that you train my daughter on my behalf.” Aniyah is indolent, feeble, and presumptuous.
“Why at this moment, sir?”I enquire.
The males in our pack commence training at approximately 13 years of age, earlier for Alphas, while females begin at around 15. Aniyah is 18 years old and completed the required 6-week course at the age of 15. The rationale is inconsequential. Will you undertake it?He enquires.
“Certainly, Alpha,” I reply, despite my aversion to training her.
He offers me a grateful smile, “It must be rigorous.” We require her to achieve significant advancement within a brief timeframe,” he responds.
I flinch. “Is there a risk I should be cognisant of, Alpha?”“I inquire.” He observes me, scrutinizing my demeanor.
