The Fat Omega’s Vengeance : Between Two Alphas

Aria's POV 11

The next morning I regretted agreeing to Damian’s ridiculous idea.

The moment I opened my eyes my stomach twisted into knots as I remembered every single word from last night. He had not been joking. At all. Somehow in the middle of all the chaos, the alcohol, Kael nearly forcing me to sleep beside him and Damian appearing out of nowhere like some kind of curse sent by the moon goddess herself, I had actually agreed to train with him.

Why did he even care so much?

That was the part I did not understand.

Ever since arriving at the pack house Damian had been watching me too closely, like he was trying to solve a puzzle and I happened to be the missing piece. It made me nervous because the more time I spent around him the more dangerous things became. I already knew how to fight. Better than most wolves in this pack actually. Before everything happened, Kael himself used to train me personally because he said a Luna should never be weak, especially not his mate. He taught me how to use daggers, staffs and swords and after a while I became good enough to even beat him a few times.

Of course he never let anyone know that.

And now I had to pretend to be some clumsy omega who could barely lift a training weapon.

It was exhausting.

I tied the final knot on my outfit and stared at myself in the mirror. As expected none of the regular training clothes fit me properly so I had to make adjustments to an old pair of trousers and sewed together a fitted sleeveless top myself. It was simple but comfortable enough to move in and for once I did not completely hate how I looked.

I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and took a deep breath before heading towards the arena.

Unfortunately for me, I arrived two minutes late.

And Damian was already there waiting.

My steps slowed slightly the moment I saw him.

Moon goddess help me.

He was shirtless.

Sweat coated his chest lightly as morning sunlight poured over his skin making every line of muscle stand out even more. His dark hair was slightly damp and pushed back carelessly while his fingers lazily spun a wooden staff like it weighed absolutely nothing. Honestly it should have been illegal for someone to look that good this early in the morning.

The moment his eyes landed on me a smirk tugged onto his lips.

“Late already?” he asked.

“It was only two minutes.”

“Two minutes is still late.”

I rolled my eyes and walked further into the arena. “You sound unbearable already.”

“And you sound lazy already.”

“Excuse me?”

He pointed towards the track surrounding the arena. “Run.”

I blinked at him. “Run?”

“One lap.”

“What for?”

His expression did not change even slightly. “Don’t question me. Just run.”

I wanted to argue. I really did. But something told me Damian enjoyed provoking me and I refused to give him the satisfaction, so instead I inhaled sharply and started running.

Worst decision of my life.

By the time I reached halfway my chest already burned and my legs felt heavier than bricks. Aria’s body was nothing like my old one. Before, training had been easy for me. My stamina was terrifyingly good and Kael used to joke that I trained harder than half the warriors in the pack.

Now I felt like collapsing after one stupid lap.

My heartbeat hammered loudly in my ears while sweat slid down the side of my neck and by the time I finally stopped in front of Damian I bent slightly trying to steady my breathing.

He did not even look impressed.

“Pathetic,” he said calmly.

I glared at him between breaths. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Discipline is important. If you can’t keep track of time then your body pays for it.”

I wanted to smack him.

Instead I straightened myself and crossed my arms. “Fine. I’m here now. What next?”

His gaze slowly travelled over me before he tossed another wooden staff in my direction. I caught it instinctively and immediately cursed internally.

“Show me what you’ve got,” he said.

“I told you yesterday I can’t fight.”

“I’ve seen what you can do.”

My fingers tightened around the staff.

That sentence alone made my nerves spike because Damian was not stupid. If I moved the wrong way, reacted too quickly or used techniques Kael himself had taught me, there was a chance he would recognize them. And if Damian recognized them then eventually Kael would too.

So I stayed still.

Damian tilted his head slightly. “Well?”

“I’ve got nothing.”

The corner of his lips twitched like he knew I was lying.

Then suddenly he moved.

The wooden staff swung toward me so fast that instinct immediately took over and I blocked it before it could hit my side. The loud crack echoed through the arena as both staffs collided.

My eyes widened slightly and his smirk slowly grew.

“There she is.”

Damn it.

I quickly shoved his weapon away and stepped back. “That was unfair.”

“You reacted though.”

“You tricked me.”

“And you exposed yourself.”

I hated how amused he looked.

Before I could say anything else he spun the staff again and positioned himself properly. “Spar with me.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

I stared at him for a moment wondering if he had lost his mind. “You’re the beta. If I accidentally hit you people will think I’m insane.”

“That won’t happen.” The arrogance in his voice annoyed me enough to agree.

“Fine.”

The moment the word left my mouth he attacked again.

Unlike before I was prepared this time.

I blocked his strike and immediately stepped sideways before swinging toward his shoulder. He dodged easily and the two of us circled each other slowly, staffs clashing repeatedly while dust rose beneath our feet.

I had to be careful.

That thought repeated itself in my mind over and over because every second my body wanted to fall back into old habits. Damian fought aggressively but smoothly and every time our weapons collided vibrations travelled up my arms. Sometimes his hand brushed mine accidentally and every single time it happened my stomach tightened annoyingly.

It got worse the closer we moved.

His scent surrounded me completely now, cedarwood mixed with sweat and something fresh I could not explain properly. His breathing remained steady while mine slowly became uneven and I hated myself for noticing stupid things like the veins on his arms or how focused his eyes became during a fight.

“You’re holding back,” he suddenly said while blocking another strike.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I said I’m not.”

He stepped closer so suddenly that my breath hitched.

Our staffs locked together between us while his face stopped inches from mine. My heart started beating so loudly I was convinced he could hear it.

“Then stop thinking and fight me properly,” he said quietly.

His eyes were unfairly beautiful up close, they were a dangerous shade of golden brown , but they carried warmth at the same time.

For one stupid moment I forgot everything around me, and that was exactly how he won.

Damian twisted the staff suddenly, knocking mine out of my hands before pinning me against the arena wall with his arm braced beside my head.

I froze.

He looked down at me breathing slightly heavier now, a smug expression slowly appearing on his face.

“You got distracted.”

Heat rushed to my face instantly.

“I did not.”

“You did.”

“I slipped.”

“You were staring.”

“I was not.”

His grin widened. “Sure.”

I pushed him away immediately before he could tease me further and grabbed my staff from the ground while trying to ignore how warm my face felt.

Moon goddess this man was irritating.

After training Damian surprisingly dragged me to the lake behind the arena instead of ending the session immediately. The morning breeze cooled my skin while sunlight reflected against the water beautifully and for a while neither of us spoke.

I sat beside him quietly with my feet near the edge while trying to calm my thoughts.

“You’re different from the others,” Damian suddenly said.

I glanced at him carefully. “Is that a compliment?”

“Not sure yet.”

I looked at him and laughed softly.

For a moment silence settled again before his expression changed slightly, becoming more distant.

“I used to love someone once,” he admitted quietly. “Someone I couldn’t have.”

I looked at him surprised, Damian did not seem like the type to talk about feelings.

“What happened?” I asked carefully.

He picked up a small stone and tossed it into the lake watching the ripples form. “Bad timing…bad circumstances and i guess some people just aren’t meant to belong to each other no matter how much they want to.”

Something about the way he said it made my chest ache unexpectedly.

“And you?” he asked turning toward me. “Have you ever loved someone?”

I smiled bitterly, “It’s complicated.” I said not leaving any room for another question.

“That sounds serious.”he said raising a brow.

“You have no idea.”

He studied me quietly after that, almost like he wanted to ask more questions but decided against it. Then after a while he nudged my shoulder lightly.

“You did well today.”

I looked at him suspiciously. “Are you finally admitting I’m talented?”

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

I laughed despite myself and for the first time in what felt like forever, things actually felt… peaceful.

Which probably meant disaster was waiting around the corner