Alpha Adrian POV
I sat on the raised wooden platform overlooking the training field, arms crossed, forcing myself to stay silent.
Observation only today. Yet no matter how hard I tried, my gaze kept drifting back to her.
Rox
She moved with surprising ferocity for someone so outmatched.
For a fleeting moment, I saw real potential. Then her partner countered with brutal efficiency,a sharp sweep of the leg, a punishing elbow strike and Rox hit the dirt hard. Again.
Her partner wasn’t just skilled. The woman fought like she carried a personal grudge, every strike laced with something darker than training.
I wondered if they had history. Old enemies? A grudge from before the program?
From the opening race to the grueling iron hedge jumps, the result was the same.
Rox pushed herself t
