The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 56

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The Omega: Mated To The Four

Chapter Fifty Six

The sun had barely begun its ascent when I found myself putting on my open- fingered gloves for yet another training day. The ache in my muscles from yesterday's grueling session still lingered, but I will push through. I fefused to show weakness, especially in front of Commander Lynne, who seemed to sniff out even the slightest hesitation and mistaking it for weakness like a bloodhound.

Today's run had been mercifully shorter-only ten laps around the arena-yet my lungs burned by the time I staggered to a halt. My mates, ever composed and barely winded, gathered beside me, exchanging curious glances when Commander Lynne's sharp voice rang across the grounds.

"Line up!"

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My mates and I immediately obeyed, standing shoulder to shoulder before our taskmaster. Lynne paced in front of us, her sharp gaze piercing through each of us like an arrow.

"Today, you will learn the fundamentals of sparring," Lynne announced. "Strength and endurance are meaningless if you can't fight. Combat is where warriors are forged."

Austin, predictably, smirked at the declaration, his cocky energy rolling off him like a wave. "Finally! Time to see who the best really is."

Commander Lynne arched an eyebrow, unamused. "You won't be the one deciding that, pup."

Before Austin could retort, Lynne clapped her hands sharply. "Pair off! Elijah, you're with Alex. Austin, you'll fight Isaiah.*

I furrowed my brow, and I watched as my mates stepped toward the center of the arena to the ring. My heart pounded with excitement-and a bit of nervousness. Were they really going to fight each other?

Elijah and Alex faced each other in the center of the ring, their stances shifting into combat-ready positions. Alex grinned wolfishly, bouncing lightly on his feet. "Don't go easy on me, Eli."

“Wouldn't dream of it,” Elijah said smoothly, his gaze focused and calculating. Commander Lynne gave a curt nod. "Begin!"

The fight was over faster than I anticipated. Elijah moved like liquid, his strikes precise and unrelenting. He was a true Alpha, his strength unmatched. Alex, while strong and confident, couldn't keep up with the controlled ferocity of his opponent. A quick sweep of Elijah's leg sent Alex sprawling to the ground with a grunt.

Elijah stood over him, offering his hand. "Better luck next time."

Alex groaned but took the offered hand, laughing. "Yeah, yeah. I let you win." "Sure you did," Elijah muttered, shaking his head.

Now a few witches who were also training came to watch. I had a feeling they were not interested in the fight but just wanted to google

with energy as he stepped forward

his demeanor calm and

Isaiah dodged the first strike, countering with a measured jab that Austin barely avoided. For a moment, it looked like Isaiah

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Chapter Fifty Six

an edge-unpredictability. Mid-spar, he feinted left, then

Isalah's chest, tackling him to the ground

lucky brute force works

grinned, unrepentant. "A win's a

me?" I asked, looking between Commander Lynne and the others. "Am I sparring with one of them? I have never sparred with anyone nor have i ever been in a

gestured toward the

her blonde hair cropped short, her sharp blue eyes almost glacial. Dressed in

Lynne said. "She'll be your

girl up. "Are you sure?

back," Lynne

I straightened. "I won't."

gaze sharpened. "I wasn't telling you,

wolf growled in irritation, but I didn't have

her place in the ring, her stance

and menacing.

"Begin!"

barely had time to react before Anna lunged. The first strike hit

lungs. I

yelled in

Focus!

relentless. Every strike landed

mates' voices echoed faintly through the haze

up!"

roared, moving toward the edge of

as if the air shimmered, an invisible

fists against the shield.

Lynne!"

Lynne didn't flinch. "She

into the ground?" Elijah