Passionate mates

Sweaty training session

The following day I was woken up by the sound of banging on my door. I grunted and told my father to go away. There was no reason to wake up early today. My door opened, and I pulled the covers over my head, ignoring the attempt to wake me up. Suddenly, the curtains of my window were drawn to the side, and I could see the bright light through my covers.

"Jeez!" I yelled while dragging the covers off my head. I locked eyes with Jax, which surprised me, to say the least. He stood by the foot of my bed and grinned like a little boy, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Jax! What the hell are you doing?" I squeaked, and pulled the covers up to my neck, and sat up against my bedpost. What the crap is he doing in my room this early? Or at all!?

"Rise and shine, love, we will have your first training session," he said and grabbed the covers. I eyed his hand gripping the covers, a silent warning in my eyes.

"Don't you dare. And like hell we are! I'm not fighting anyone!" I said, clearly not a morning person. I held on to my cover with the fabric balled up in my fists, just in case he would attempt to drag it off of me.

"Such a foul mouth on my mate this morning," he said with a smirk and dragged the covers off me. I squealed and rose from the bed and grabbed it back. Yes, sure, I had shorts and a tank top on, but it was my pajama anyway.

"Good, now you are up. Change into something comfortable and meet me outside in 5," he commanded and crossed his arms. I looked dumbfounded at him. He's really serious. I looked at the watch on his wrist, and it said 05.30. That is about 4 hours early for me.

He just stood there waiting, and it annoyed me. I sat on the bed, crossed my arms like him, and waited. I stared him right in the eyes to prove that I could be stubborn too. I saw his jaw tick, this clearly tested his patience. He narrowed his eyes at me, and so did I. We did this for a few minutes, and he lost his patience first. He sighed and then bent down and gripped my jaw tightly while looking me straight in the eyes.

"Don't test me, mate. You will get dressed. Now. If not, I will change your clothes myself and carry you out of here." he said, and I scowled at him. In my head, I was calling him the ugliest names and speaking the most vulgar profanities I knew. I was about to open my mouth and let him hear some of them when he spoke.

"3," he said.

I narrowed my brows and wondered what he was doing.

"Jax, seriously. It's way too early. Can't we do this another time?"

"2," he said.

I widened my eyes and understood that he counted me down like a child. That bastard! My wolf laughed at the situation, clearly finding this funny.

"1," he said and moved as if he were to pick me up.

"Okay! I'll get dressed. You psycho." I squeaked, rising and went to my bathroom to change. That man will be the end of me. I wore a sports bra and loose boxing shorts to have all the movement I needed. I wasn't sure what kind of training we would be doing, but I knew I needed comfortable clothes. When I came out of my bathroom, he was still there. He gave me a once-over and shook his head.

"Not happening," he commented. "Get changed. There will be other males there," he said, and I rolled my eyes. We have known each other for just a few days, and he is already restricting me? Even what I wear? Since I was tired and didn't have the energy to fight him on this, I went back to my bathroom and put on a t-shirt.

"Do I fulfill your wishes, Alpha?" I asked when I came out again. I followed those sarcastic words with a bow. His eyes darkened, and his jaw ticked again.

"Don't mock me. Let's go," he said and gripped my arm and basically dragged me out of the packhouse. I followed like a rag doll and yanked my arm free when we went outside. He led me to the training areas and positioned himself across from me.

"First, I need to test your strength. Do as many push-ups, sit-ups, and squats as you can," he began. I stared at him and let my face show him just how much I despised him right now. Dragging me out of bed to exercise... Fool.

For the next hour or so, I did as he said. My body was aching, and it was clear that I hadn't exercised for a while. My results weren't impressive either. Maybe for a human, but not for a werewolf. We were stronger than the average human, but so were the rogues.

"Okay. We clearly have a lot to work on. It will be a lot of early mornings and a lot of time with me," he said, grinning.

"And a lot of me defying you," I said as I sat on the ground to catch my breath. I laid down on my back and rested my sore muscles.

"We are done with this part now. We will proceed to combat training as soon as you catch your breath," he said, and I sat up immediately. We're not done yet??? He must have seen the look on my face because he looked at me like I was a child. I hated that; it was patronizing.

"In my pack, we train 3 hours a day; you don't get to complain", he said. He reached out a hand to help me up, and I grabbed it. He yanked me up with such speed that I crashed into his chest. I let out an "oof" and took a step back, pretending not to notice the sparks on my skin. Again he was talking down on how my pack was doing things, and I sent him a hellish look.

"Feisty little mate," he commented and pinched my cheek. I slapped away his hand.

"Focus. Combat training. I will be teaching you some basic stuff, some ways to hit, and then you can go," he said. Okay, that sounded easy enough. That would take about 15 minutes, I thought. He showed me how to stand and hold my hands to protect my upper body and face at all times. He then showed a few ways to hit someone, and when he was pleased with my technique, he moved on to a few grips.

He demonstrated a grip on me. He held one of my hands twisted behind my back while his other arm was around my neck. My body was pressed against his, and I had difficulty listening to what he was saying. My body felt his warmth and the tingles all over, and I realized that I was leaning into him. He had stopped talking too, he was just holding me. I caught the eye of Mason from afar, and got back to reality. I straightened back up, and Jax released his hold of me. I turned to him and cleared my throat. Was he feeling that too? Just as strong as me?

"Okay, great," I muttered and looked at his chest instead of his eyes. He removed his t-shirt, and I took a step back.

"What are you doing?" I asked warily as he tossed the clothing on the ground. He was only wearing shorts now, and for the first time I got to see what those bulges underneath his shirt really looked like. I stared at his chest and stomach, and I couldn't stop.

He was so magnificent. He had all the right muscles in all the right places, and his softly tanned skin made them pop even more. I felt hot, and I could only drag my eyes away from him when he cleared his throat.

"Not the right time to get all hot and bothered, love," he said, and I flushed. I wanted to sink into a hole in the ground. I was ogling him like an object! He smirked at my reaction and nodded.

"Hit me."