The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

148 Manifestation III

Lyla

Ne–ding to clear my head, I dressed quickly in some training outfits and headed for the training ground.

The morning air was crisp, the scent of dew on the grass calming my nerves. I know by the time I engage in a few physical exertions it would help me forget about the weird dream I had about my wolf.

I didn’t want to think too much about it, since I still couldn’t communicate with her or anything. So, it could all be in my head. I didn’t want to hope. I started warming up. Doing simple stretches and lunges–trying to shake off the lingering emotions from the dream.

*Didn’t think I’d find you here so early” a familiar voice teased.

I turned to see Ramsey at the edge of the training area, a playful smirk on his lips. He wore low–slung training pants, his muscular torso glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I was guessing he was just coming back from a run.

His amber eyes sparkled, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

The hug we shared yesterday and the bulge I had felt pressing on my thighs flitted into my memory, sending a warm course to my lower abdomen. I turned away quickly, feeling guilty at the thought.

“I needed some air and, I’m so behind on my training, figured I’ll do something here until I’ve recovered enough to train fully,” I replied, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, my back

to him.

“I don’t see any training instructor,” he strode over. “Mind if I join you? I could teach you some

basics.”

How about you get a shirt on first? I said in my head but arched my eyebrow instead. “You? Train me? Aren’t you busy with work?”

“I still have two hours before I resume being an Alpha for today. I am

learnt so far?

see

fine and that I would find another way, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. Instead, I allowed him to

light sparring. He demonstrated a defensive move. His hands lingered a moment too long on my body, making

some point, he came up behind me, his hard chest brushing against my back, his warm breath near my car, sending electric thrills all over my body. By the time he finished teaching me the defensive skill, I couldn’t remember the name or the technique. My body was humming with

need.

close behind me, his hands briefly resting on my shoulders to

you,” I squeaked out, turning my head to meet

seemed to fade away and that darned attraction… the same one that had made us lunge at each other the morning after the gala

little rougher as

warriors started arriving, breaking the stepped back, his expression unreadable.

for group drills before

spell. He

one corner shouting out instructions to them now and again and constantly reminding me to go

time to pair in groups, Ramsey paired me with a rookle warrior. Despite the sudden queasiness that was pooling in my stomach, I ignored the

drill… the instructor’s voice, occasionally would sound so far, but a little shake of my head always did it. However, as I got to the third

can rest. Ramsey’s voice filtered

to the fellow warrior

punch–the easiest punch that I could dodge by simply moving to my left flank, but my reflexes were sluggish and my body was unresponsive. The punch

But more than the pain, a burning sensation started spreading from my core, making me

an instant,

fine, I insisted in a shaky voice. “I think I’ve overexerted myself.”

for an

sure it’s nothing,” I argued.

all this sparring might have caused something to shift within me. I just need a

your strength. An ambulance will be here soon.”