As I had suspected, each day training with Delaney was a new, personalized hell for me. She was relentless, pushing me harder than I ever thought possible, forcing me to fight back as if my life depended on it. And honestly? It felt like a survival war in my head. If I wanted to survive this insane training, if I wanted to truly protect myself, I had to become strong. I guess all those dormant Alpha genes within me finally decided to wake up, because with every agonizing push-up and every grueling spar, I felt an insatiable hunger to become stronger, to push my limits even further.
Slowly, but surely, the softness I once had began to melt away. Every inch of my body started transforming, my limbs gaining definition, my core hardening into solid muscle. Before I knew it, I didn't look like
