The Beta’s Regret

Chapter 121

I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, but Eros didn’t reply. went to the bag, pulled my hand back, and punched it.

But it didn’t move. “Try again”

This time, I put a bit more force and punched. Again, it didn’t.

“Keep going” he said.

The third time, I pulled my hand back, took a deep breath, and punched it with full force. This time it moved, barely.

“Empty your mind and focus just on the punching bag, nothing else. And hold your arms tight. Your throw should have as much strength as the punch itself.”

I nodded and did as instructed. A loud smack resounded through the gym.

“Could be better,” He murmured, and I grew irritated. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

For the next few minutes, he kept asking me to try different things, and kept pointing out one flaw after another, saying how I needed to balance well, aim harder, kick faster, etc.

I was getting annoyed by now and I was also sweating. Not that he cared. I wiped the sweat off my forehead as he asked me to do sets of squats, stretching, some more awkward bending, followed by some kicks and punches.

He barely gave me a break to breathe or relax.

My hands and feet were burning and my body felt as if it was on fire.

Arthur had been so sweet, too patient, but this man just thought I was a machine. My gaze flicked to the watch, and I saw that it was almost two hours since I had stepped into the

gin.

“Can we stop for today?” I asked. My question had barely gotten out of my mouth when I saw him turn around, holding something.

“Now let me give you some brief of combat” I stared at the mat and then at him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”

I wasn’t sure if he was pretending to not hear me or pretending to not care, but my breath caught again when he came too close to me and murmured, “You were late today. So you have to put in an extra hour for wasting my time waiting for you, right?

He had been waiting for me?

My body gave a pleasant shudder upon hearing that.

Eros was standing close to me, too close.

His breath tickled my ear when he whispered that. His strong scent filled my nostrils, and it made me feel giddy. His cologne was just as mouthwatering as him.

I tried not to show how much him being close affected me, and gulped before I found my voice.

“Alright” 1 felt proud of the way my voice did not tremble as he slowly stepped away.

“You do have strength. We have to work on your stamina. And the fact that you worked out for almost 2 hours without grumbling tells me that your first shifting, though inconsplete, helped”

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Helped! How?

I looked up at him in confusion. Those blue sapphire eyes looked pools of honey as they caught the sunlight peeking in through the window slits.

My question must have been obvious in the way I stared at him, because he answered, “No ordinary human should be able to withstand such strenuous workout on their first day, not without a wolf, if only barely

He offered, but that confused me even more. “You think humans are too weak and fragile?” I muttered, but he was not offended by the remark.

“By no means. I said humans are weak. I just meant it would take a lot of time and effort to build stamina and endurance. That is why young girls and boys have to start training early. So that they have a good physical body that would be able to withstand the Pressure of shifting when their wolf first shows up.”

So that means he’s been only pushing me to test my limits? To help me become strong sooner?

Not to mention, I hadn’t forgotten when he said he didn’t want weaklings in his pack.

“So, now just attack me.” I stared at him, open mouthed.

“What?” I seowled, but he shrugged. “I know you are but do as I say

I mentally rolled my eyes at that, but let out a huff. “Or should I say, try to attack me

He corrected his words to add the word “try and I did not miss that.

Preparing myself for the challenge, I pulled my ponytail up in a tight bun and held my hands in front of me.

“Ready?” He asked, and I nodded and threw a fist.

Eros simply pivoted to the left, and my fist hit the empty air. “Again”

He ordered, and I threw the other hand at him, but even this time he ducked effortlessly.

“Again”

I pulled my hand back and aimed a punch at his abdomen instead of face this time. I could not touch him yet again.

For the next twenty minutes or so, I kept kicking and punching swirling and jumping all in an effort to land a hit on him. It should have been easy given his huge size, but he was as sneaky as a cat. His reflexes were too smooth for me.

I was panting and sweating, the t–shirt sticking to my body as I tried and tried, but could not hit him.

After I could not move anymore, I stopped while pushing the hair that had escaped the bun away from my face.

And in front of me was the Hybrid King smirking at me, apparently highly pleased with himself.

This is no way to train. I grumbled, and he reached for a bottle to slowly take a sip. He put his lips to the bottle and took two small sips before holding it in front of me.

You’ve burned more calories than when you had my beta keeping a watch on you.”

I curled my hands–into fists. “Look, you said you would train me and you can see I am trying. But its not fair. You are stronger than me. I bet you would be panting if it was a one vs two battle. There is no need to be so snobbish all the time.”

The smirk on his face widened, and I realized I had just given him more reason to amuse himself. Maybe he liked playing cat and mouse with me. “You think so?”