Chapter 3: Alexzra Rhea Walton life
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The heavy bag swung violently across the gym, chains rattling against the ceiling. Sweat clung to the air, thick and sharp with the scent of leather and iron. Everyone in the room had stopped training the moment Alexzra slammed her gloves onto the ring floor.
She stood tall under the harsh fluorescent light, black compression shirt clinging to the sharp lines of her lean muscular frame. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly, soft enough to highlight her beauty yet cut neatly below her ears. Few strands falling over cold grey eyes, making her look even more intimidating. Her face carried both elegance and masculinity so naturally that people often forgot how brutal she could become once she stepped into the ring.
Her coach, Daniel, climbed through the ropes with anger burning across his expression.
“You think you’re untouchable now?” He snapped.
“You don’t listen. You fight like an animal.”
Alexzra tilted her head slowly, wiping sweat from the corner of her mouth. She laughed once, a low mocking sound.
“And you talk too much. Maybe your advice is getting old.”
Murmur spread around the gym.
Daniel pointed at her chest. “Your ego is out of control. You are arrogant, one day somebody stronger is going to break you.”
A smirk appeared on her lips. “Then control me.”
The atmosphere instantly turned heavy.
Alexzra stepped closer until only inches separated them. She was taller than him by inch. Looking stronger through the shoulder, and somehow calmer despite the fire burning in her eyes.
Daniel clenched his jaw. “Fine.”
The bell rang sharply
The fight started instantly.
Daniel charged first, fists flying fast toward her face. But Alexzra moved smoothly, almost beautifully, dodging every punch with calm precision. Her movement weren’t wild, they were graceful, controlled and terrifying. Daniel punches grazing air. Before he could recover, she drove a brutal hook into his ribs.
The sound echoed through the gym.
Daniel staggered backward, breath caught in his throat.
Alexzra didn’t chase immediately. She brushed her hair away from her eyes casually and rolled her shoulders lazily, almost bored.
“You’re slower than yesterday.”
The insult shattered his patience.
Anger exploded across his face. He rushed her again with full force, faster this time. Throwing combinations hard enough to drop most fighters with years of experience behind them. But Alexzra countered every move effortlessly like a predator. A clean elbow. A brutal knee. Every counter precise. A devastating hook that snapped his head sideways.
A sharp knee to his stomach folded him slightly.
Then come the final strike
Alexzra grabbed his wrist, twisted hard and slammed him onto the mat with enough force to shake the ring.
The gym erupted in shocked silence.
Daniel groaned, struggling to breathe while she stood above him without even panting heavily, not even exhausted.
Her grey eyes scanned the room. “Anybody else want to tech me discipline?”
Nobody moved.
One fighter quietly stepped away from the ring.
Alexzra crouched beside her coach and pulled him up by the collar, not cruelly, but firmly.
“You trained me to fight.” She said coldly.
“Don’t get upset because I became better than you.” She released him and jumped down from the ring.
The crowd parted instinctively as she walked toward the exit, cold wind cutting through the silence like a blade.
And behind her, nobody dared to speak, silence swallowed the room whole until the gym doors slammed shut.
Rain drizzled softly outside the gym, the cold night air washing away the heat of the brutal fight that had shaken the entire building.
Inside the locker room, Alexzra stood in front of the mirror silently.
Water dripped from the ends of her dark hair after her shower, the damp strands resting naturally around her sharp yet beautiful face. Her features were almost unfair, strong jawline, calm grey eyes, smooth skin untouched by panic or fear. She looked elegant even after a fight.
She changed slowly into black slacks and dark fitted shirt beneath a long charcoal coat. Simple clothes, yet everything about her carried quiet luxury and authority.
The bruises on her knuckles barely seemed to bother her.
One of the younger fighters passed by the locker room entrance and froze instantly when their eyes met.
Alexzra simply stared back.
The fighter lowered his gaze and walked away quickly.
She grabbed her duffel bag and headed toward the exit.
The moment the gym doors opened, cool rain-scented wind brushed against her face. Streetlights reflected across the wet pavement outside the building.
“Good evening, your highness.”
She gave a slight nod and walked toward the car calmly, polished shoes splashing lightly against rainwater. The city lights reflected in her grey eyes while damp strands of hair moved softly with the wind.
The driver hesitated before speaking again.
“I heard there was trouble inside.”
Alexzra paused beside the open door.
“Nothing important.” She answered coldly.
The driver noticed the faint redness across her knuckles and quietly understood enough not to ask more questions.
As Alexzra entered the car, her long coat shifted around her muscular shoulders elegantly. Even sitting down, she carried the presence of someone impossible to challenge.
The door closed softly behind her.
Outside, the gym remained tense and silent.
Inside the car, Alexzra leaned her head back against the leather seat, eyes half-lidded while city lights blurred past the rain-covered windows.
For the first time that night, she finally looks tired.
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