The Beta’s Regret

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The next day started for me early in the morning. I felt a renewed confidence in myself.

I hurriedly pushed the sheets aside and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

The warm water rejuvenated my senses, but as soon as I picked the shower gel, I sneezed

“I forgot about that. I mumbled to myself and grabbed the soap bar with the least scent.

Smiling happily to myself, I stepped out of my room while wrapping a towel around my body and went towards the wardrobe.

Pulling out track pants, and a T–shirt, I put it on, pulled my hair in a ponytail, and put on the shoes before heading out towards the mansion grounds.

The air was chilly so I was glad that I had the shirt to protect my skin. The first light of dawn kissed the grounds, painting the world in hues of soft pink and gold.

The world seemed to awaken with me, and a profound connection to the natural beauty surrounding the Hybrid mansion filled me. The training grounds, usually tranquil in the early hours, now held the promise of action and growth. My eyes sparkled with curiosity as I looked at a rose blooming on one of the plants.

Even from this distance, I could count the exact number of petals, and see the soft and varying shades of red and pink along with the fine dust of pollen in the center.

That word brought forth a memory that I chuckled at and prepared to exercise: I hoped Arthur would show up soon because I was dying to train with him. And it was too early to text him, so I decided to do some stretching and maybe he would show up by the time I was done.

And as if on cue, I saw him walk outside the main door carrying a water bottle and a towel in his hand after ten minutes.

“Good morning. Early Bird”

I smiled back at him. “Morning.”

towel

knuckles as he asked, “Ready to make today count?” I grinned, feeling the warmth of his positive energy. “Absolutely. Let’s get

and I grinned, “I want to

not object to it. I worried he would say I was rushing things, and that

Try attacking me

the canvas of the morning sky, our dynamic training session began. Arthur, with his years of experience, transformed into a patient mentor, guiding me

be of

wars and fights were second nature to werewolves, and I was done being the weak woofless girl in this life. Now, I wanted. to become

offered tips and tricks, correcting my posture and demonstrating

called, gently stopping me mid–swing, “you’re leaning too far forward. It exposes your side. Keep your weight centered, like

correction, but a wave of self–consciousness washed over me. “Am I doing it right?” I asked, a hint of uncertainty in my

mine. “You’re getting there, Eden. It’s a process. Keep practicing, and

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it leaves you off–balance. Try a shorter stride

was unwavering.

a series of precise steps. “See how I shift my

and control.

to capture the finesse he effortlessly displayed. Arthur’s watchful eyes caught any

like a dance, each step intentional and

glow on my sweating body, I found comfort in Arthur’s guidance. Minutes turned into

would get labored occasionally but he would offer me short breaks, inquire if I was really not feeling down, and start

quicker to attack him and so far, the only time I got to hit