The dark moon

Chapter 11••Training

Alisa POV

“Sweetie, it’s time to wake up. Alex said you wanted to train with them and if you want something to eat before you go, you need to wake up now.”

I groaned as I rolled over in my bed. Why was everyone early birds in this house?

“Come on! Time to get up.”

Aunt June ripped the cover off me, making me groan and curl up into a ball, damn Aunt June could be mean.

“Alisa.”

“I’m coming.” I moaned.

I heard her leaving the room and closing the door behind herself. I reached down to the floor, pulling my duvet back over my body.

“ALISA. UP. NOW!”

I dragged myself out of bed and had a quick shower to help wake me up. I grabbed my workout clothes, which were some leggings and a crop top sports bra, and I put my hair into a high ponytail. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

My aunt and uncle had a beautiful home. The kitchen was my dream kitchen. It had a breakfast bar which currently had pancakes and fresh fruit with a pot of coffee and some fresh orange juice.

“Finn, why are you up so early?” Finn was stuffing his face with pancakes.

“First day of training.” he smiled with a mouth full of food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full” Aunt June slapped him on the back of his head.

“Owww, Mom!” he rubbed his head whilst scowling at her.

“Blake, get up now or you’ll be late!” Aunt June shouted.

What sounded like a stampede rumbled down the stairs, followed by a flustered Blake.

“Sorry mom, you ready Lis?”

I had sat down next to Finn and was currently stuffing my own face with pancakes. Aunt June was a marvel in the kitchen. I swallowed my food before I answered. I didn’t want to face the wrath of Aunt June.

“Yep, I’m ready and raring to go,”

“At least someone has manners.”

She pointed at me whilst looking at Finn.

We finished eating and walked over to the pack house. The training grounds were in a field to the side of it, different equipment was scattered around as well as some sparring rings. Alex stood in deep conversation with a huge guy. He looked like the hulk, only less green.

“That's Malcolm the head trainer. His mate is over there. She helps train as well. She's called Imogen,” Blake told me and pointed out a beautiful woman further back, stretching.

She had curly red hair pulled up high in a ponytail. She was tall and well-toned. She obviously took very good care of herself. She was pale but she looked flawless. She looked over at us with a big grin on her face. She stopped stretching and made her way across the field to us.

“Hi, I’m Imogen and you must be Alisa, I’m gonna train with you, Alphas orders.” She stated.

I was shocked the Alpha had asked her to train with me.

“Wow! Really? Thank you, I can't wait.”

“You won’t be saying that when I’m done with you. Don’t think I'll go easy on you. I want to push you to your limits and out of your comfort zone.”

She had a firm look on her face, and I knew she wasn’t one to take things lightly.

“That’s exactly what I want, Imogen.”

I was smiling like an idíot at her. She just laughed and shouted.

“Start running. 10 miles. Now!”

Damn, she turned fast. Even though I hadn’t got my wolf yet I still had amazing stamina which I was extremely thankful for, Imogen was brutal after the 10-mile run she had me spar with some of the others training, she wanted to see what I was capable of.

Jordyn was sparring with a young guy and she was amazing. She flipped him over her shoulder like he was a sack of air and stood with her foot on his throat. I’ve got to learn that move from her. After sparring with a girl named Lizzie, I stopped, panting for breath. When I looked up, I saw the most amazing sight in front of me.

Cam was on the training field and he was sparring with the hulk. He was going blow for blow and he looked spectacular. He was topless, his skin glistened with his movements. He had a tribal tattoo that went across his beautiful chest and shoulder, down the top part of his arm, and down his back. His muscles flexed with his movements, his arms looked like they were so strong his biceps were huge like he could carry the weight of the world. I just wanted to be wrapped up in his arms. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his lean muscular body. His abs looked like the goddess had created him herself and I just wanted to run my hands along them or my tongue. Just above his pants was the most beautiful v shape that would lead to his glorious member.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.” Jordyn walked over and whispered to me, interrupting my inappropriate thoughts.

“Shhh… I was just admiring his tattoo.” I stuttered, unable to look away.

I was too busy mentally running my tongue all over his sexy body. Shít he was looking at me. He had seen me ogling him. He flashed me that heart-stopping smile again. The hulk aka Malcolm also noticed and took his opportunity. His fist connected with Cam's beautiful face and sent him flying back. I ran over as fast as I could and crouched down on the floor next to him.

“Oh, my goddess are you ok?”

I held his face in my hand and moved his head to the side so I could see if he was hurt, I heard him take in a sharp breath and I realized what I had done so quickly dropped my hand.

“I’m fine. Mal over there just got lucky.”

“You got distracted, I’m not complaining. You young lady are welcome to distract the Alpha all you want if it gives me the chance to kick his ass.” Malcolm laughed.

I shyly looked at Cam, feeling my cheeks flush at what Malcolm had said.

“That won’t happen again, Mal. Alisa, what are you wearing?”

He sat up and his face was level with mine. I looked down at myself confused, was the sports stuff I had on not good enough, or did they wear something different here?

“What do you mean? I’m wearing my workout stuff.” I casually said, whilst shrugging my shoulders.

“That is not workout stuff, that’s nearly nothing at all. You might as well walk around in your underwear!”

What the hell was his problem?

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? All the other ladies are wearing similar stuff.”

“Well, I don’t care what the others are wearing, you can’t wear that! I don’t want other men to look at you like that!”

I stood up. I was getting frustrated with him now.

“What the hell is your problem?”

I raised my voice. People were starting to look at us now. He jumped up and was standing so close to me again. He smelt amazing. If I just put my hand up, I would be able to run my hand over his body and feel his muscles under my hand. No Alisa snap out of it, you're mad, remember?

“Alisa please, can you go get changed?” he had softened his tone, but I was still annoyed.

“Fine!” I stormed off.

“What the hell is his deal, telling me what I can and can not wear!” I was muttering to myself now, great I had officially lost it.