Chapter 17 Uniform
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“Don’t slow down!!” the Alpha instructor’s voice thundered across the training grounds.
The sun beat down mercilessly, turning sweat into a second skin <b>as </b><b>it </b>dripped from my brow. My arms trembled with every push–up, but I didn’t stop. I had already shattered my own <b>record</b>, pushed past my limits–but there was no room for weakness here. Around me, the others panted and grunted, their bodies just as strained, but no one dared ck off under the sharp gaze of the instructors.
“Thirty more!” the drill instructor barked. “Now!”
I gritted my teeth and pushed through the burn, my breathbored, my muscles screaming. It had been <b>three </b>straight days of relentless physical <b>training</b>–nobat trials, just raw endurance. Sprints over rocky hills, endless circuits of jumps from brutal heights, push–ups until our arms gave out
“We’re taking a two–minute break, the Alpha finally announced.
Everyone instantly copsed, and I was <b>no </b>exception. I dropped to the ground, my body thrumming from the punishment we’d been put through. <b>Training </b>here was ruthless. Worse <b>than </b>I ever imagined.
<b>As </b>I tried to catch my breath, hushed voices were carried to me from a distance.
“That little mutt isn’t <b>what </b>he looks like,” one Alpha sneered. “He’s pure cunning behind that bitch–like innocent face.”
Another growled, low and dangerous, “I swear, I’ll kill <b>him </b>the first chance I get. First Jordan, now Abraham. Both expelled. because of that motherfucker, Darven. He’ll pay in <b>blood</b>.”
I slowly opened my eyes, the weight of unspoken hostility settling over <b>me </b>like a second wind. I had felt it <b>for </b><b>days </b>now, ever since Alpha Abraham was thrown out. The looks, the whispers, the hatred–they all led back to me.
Most of the Alphas looked at me like they wanted to rip me apart.
I didn’t care. Let them stay away from me out of <b>fear</b>, resentment, or twisted respect. As long as they stayed <b>away</b>, I didn’t give a damn. <b>But </b>I wasn’t stupid. I knew the peace wouldn’tst. The real threat hadn’t even begun.
I sat up slowly, my gaze drifting to Dante. He was still doing push<b>–</b><b>ups</b>, <b>his </b>form perfect, his movements sharp and controlled like a machine. His body was monstrous, like <b>pain </b>had never touched him. But his eyes…
His cold, displeased blue eyes hadn’t left me.
He <b>hadn’t </b>spoken to me since that day. Since my indirect, yet unmistakable warning: Don’t get in my way.
He’d heard it loud <b>and </b>clear. But his fury was simmering just beneath the surface. The re of his <b>aura</b>, the sharpness in his gaze–it was all there. He didn’t like being dismissed.
Not by <b>anyone</b>.
Especially not by me.
I could feel the heat of his anger even from a distance.
And then there <b>was </b>Ronan.
“Here,” Finn’s voice cut in gently, breaking my train of thought. He tossed me a water bottle.
I caught it just in time <b>and </b>looked up to find him drenched in sweat<b>, </b><b>his </b>chest heaving slightly from the run. “<b>Thanks</b>,” I affered a breathless smile.
He <b>sat </b>beside me on the dry grass, brushing sweat from <b>his </b>brow, “Can Lask <b>you </b>something
“Sure I replied, unscrewing the cap
“Why don’t you <b>take </b>off your shirt during training Even during <b>push</b><b>–</b>ups, you keep it on.”
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His brows furrowed. “Were you <b>assaulted</b>? Molested?”
I blinked, taken <b>aback </b>by the bluntness. Molested? Me?
My wolf chuckled bitterly in my <b>head</b>. How about we tell him how the molesters left the pack without their limbs?
1 forced a small smile. “Something like that,” I lied.
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Before Finn could speak again, Cassius tossed a training bag toward him with an arrogant smirk. “Carry that for me, will you?”
Reed followed up with a scoff. And grab my water while you’re at it. Be useful for once.”
Without a word, Finn <b>stood </b>and did as they asked. I watched, silently. I had noticed how they treated him, like a damn errand boy.
“Do you always let them treat you like <b>that</b>?” I muttered when he returned.
He shrugged with one shoulder, his expression calm. “I don’t mind. I’m not here to make enemies. If doing a few favors keeps the peace, Fd rather do that.”
I studied him quietly. There <b>was </b>no bitterness in his voice. Just quiet eptance.
Over the past few days, we’d grown closer. I hade to learn more about him–how he came from a prestigious, wealthy pack. How he was the second son of his Alpha father, soft–spoken and gentle because he hated violence. A rare trait in a ce
like this.
Yet, here he was–sent to this brutal Academy because his father believed even second sons needed to be hardened.
The final whistle blew across the field. Training was done for the day.
Under the evening’s cold breeze, I stood and tugged at my sweat–drenched shirt, which clung to my skin <b>like </b><b>a </b><b>second </byer.
“You really need to get a new uniform.” Finn said beside me, concerncing his voice. “You’re going to overheat wearing that much <b>in </b>this weather. Why not ask your <b>pack </b>or family–the one I mentioned before?”
I forced a smallugh. “I would… if I could. But I’m not exactly on speaking terms with my family right now. Personal reasons. So, I can’t really ask them for help.”
Finn frowned, then reached into his training bag and pulled out a neatly folded uniform. “Here,” he offered.
I blinked. “Oh, no. I can’t take <b>your </b>uniform”
“I <b>have </b>three<b>, </b>and I’ve only worn this one twice,” he said gently. “What’s one less? You need it more than I do. And it’s clean”
I hesitated. For the past few <b>days</b>, I’d been washing and re–wearing the <b>same </b>uniform. Sometimes it didn’t even dry properly. I needed a new one, but this was <b>Finn’s</b>. His offer felt too generous. Too sudden. But was I really in a position to refuse?
“What are you waiting for? Take it–my arm is hurting.” he chuckled.
I pursed my lips and slowly epted it. “Thanks,” Imurmured, <b>a </b><b>smile </b>breaking through the exhaustion on my <b>face</b>. “I’ll repay this kindness one day.”
He smiled <b>back</b><b>, </b><b>modest </b><b>and </b><b>sheepish</b>. “Really? <b>Just </b>don’t beat me up, okay?”
I giggled despite myself. He <bughed </b>with me..
Neither of us <b>noticed </b>the <b>pair </b>of intense violet eyes <b>watching </b>from the distance.
Up on the ridge near <b>the </b>weapons shed, <b>Ronan </b>stood silently, arms crossed. His gaze was locked on me, on the way I smiled
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A blur of movement caught my eye. A massive ck Alpha wolf charged toward me–too fast to dodge. Too close to defend. Finn barely backed away in time as the wolf barreled past, knocking the neatly folded uniform from my hands.
“No!” I gasped as it flew through the air,nding over the edge of the cliff. My jaw dropped. My eyes widened.
Cone. <b>Just </b>like <b>that</b>. The only spare uniform I could’ve had… lost to a ce I’d never <b>reach</b>.
Slowly, I turned.
The <b>ck </b>wolf <b>had </b>shifted into his human form. Ronan stood there, <b>naked </b>and unapologetic<b>. </b>
“What the hell was that?!” I snapped, barely holding back my fury.
He strode toward me. “<b>What’s </b>all the <b>fuss </b>over a dirty uniform?”
Dirty? He dared call <b>that </b>clean, folded outfit dirty?
“You were in my way. This is the training field–not a ce tough and chat,” he said coldly.
Something <b>inside </b>me cracked. Laugh and chat?
“What the hell does that <b>mean</b>?” I shot back. “<b>You </b>knocked <b>away </b>the only extra uniform <b>Finn </b>could give me! What am I supposed to wear now?”
At Finn’s name, something flickered in Ronan’s gaze. His jaw tightened. He stepped closer, eyes sharper.
“Is Finn the only one with a uniform in <b>this </b>entire academy?” he asked tly
“What?” I stared, confused.
He towered over me, voice heavy and unwavering. “I’ll take responsibility for your loss. Take my uniform.”
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