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

I would find another way, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. Instead, I allowed him to come, and we started training.

defensive move. His hands lingered a moment too long on my body, making my breath catch

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

need.

his hands briefly

you,” I squeaked out, turning my head to

and that darned attraction… the same one that had made us lunge at each other the morning after

little rougher as he

else could happen, other warriors started arriving, breaking the stepped back, his

warriors for group drills before we

spell. He

more intense. Ramsey didn’t leave, he hung in one corner shouting out instructions

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

occasionally would sound so far, but a little shake of my head always did it. However, as I got to the third stage of the test, I felt a strange energy coursing through my body. The world was spinning slightly. Something

voice filtered into my

fellow

threw a 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

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

in an instant,

shaky

pressed his hand against my forehead, making a frustrated sound. “Someone call for an ambulance.” He shouted and then turned to me, murmuring. “You’re burning

it’s nothing,” I argued.

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

ambulance will be