Chapter 23: The spar

A beautiful girl walked through the corridors of the facility. She was a blue eyed, black haired young lady and it was other than Nehora who was heading to the training room to obviously train and test out her skills.

When she reached the advanced room. She tapped the security screen beside the door to allow access to it.

The screen turned from red to green and the door slid open outwards.

As the door slid open, she saw a person was already occupying it. The person was a man who had amber eyes which shone beautifully, yet looked inhumane and dark, black hair like a night sky. He looked to be in his twenties.

This man was other than Alaric, the Lycan king of the Alvian kingdom. He was sweating heavily, and he was shirtless as he stood panting, like a dog.

Hearing the door slid open, he looked at the direction of the door and see who dares to intrude, disturbing his training session.

Alaric was displeased finally seeing who it was, and it was his mate that he didn't even try to love, strengthening their matebond.

"What are you doing here?" Alaric inquired as he glared at Nehora, displeasingly.

Nehora just smirked as she leaned on the door with her arms crossed," What are YOU doing here? I have been using this room for long weeks now, so it like my training room now. First of all, I should be asking that question, not you."

"..." Alaric remained silenced as he still glared at Nehora. Her smirk made him angry as he thought that of all rooms, he had to pick her room that used to train.

'Great.' he thought sarcastically as he slapped his forehead. Alaric never wanted to be near her as his inner self also reacted to her.

Her scent also made things worse, so he tries to avoid her, but he can't since she's an Alpha female and not some lowly werewolf.

"Since this is the room you use, l will take my leave." Alaric uttered as he planned to leave, going to another room.

Alaric walked past Nehora, but with a strong grip. Nehora grabbed Alaric's shoulder, a spark was felt between them, but she didn't think much about it and shrugged it off for now.

"Let's spar."

Alaric was taken aback as he stared at her hand on his shoulder and looked at her in her eyes.' Didn't she not want to see me here? I can't seem to figure her out.'

"Why? l already gave up the room to you, so what's the point of the spar?" he inquired as he was now confused.

"Don't worry, it's just that l want to have a friendly spar with you. Nothing more, nothing less." Nehora uttered as she smiled.

'l also want to beat you up until you can never walk for a few days or maybe months, but that applies to humans mostly as we have regeneration.' Nehora thought as her smile turn into a wicked one.

'l don't think, it's a friendly spar, just by looking at that smile.' Alaric thought as he had a bad feeling, just by looking at that smile of hers.

"And what if l don't want to?" Alaric inquired, his eyebrow raised with his arms crossed.

Nehora smirked as she stared at him, determined to have the spar," Then I will attack you when you step out of this room. The spar will automatically start for me."

Alaric just helplessly sighed," l accept. Are the any rules that need to be mentioned in this spar?" he inquired.

"Yes, and which is obviously, don't shapeshift into your beast form fully. That is all." Nehora uttered as she walked up front where they will battle.

"Are you sure about your decision...then if so l won't take responsibility." Alaric uttered with a crocky smirk plastered on his handsome face.

Nehora nodded with a smirk plastered on her face,' l'm a deity to be, a goddess of war. It's the other way around, dear mate.' she thought.

They stood in the middle of the big room and began to take their fighting stance.

They both narrowed their eyes at each other and with their speed that couldn't be seen with a naked eye.

Their figures flashed as they began their spar.

Alaric was the first to attack as he launched a punch at her, but Nehora quickly evaded the attack as she flexibly bended her upper body backwards, 90 degree.

As she did so, she saw his punch above, punching air. It seems he was aiming for the middle of the chest, the sternum.

' He's not even showing mercy! He dare to punch that area which could cause excuciating pain.' Hestia said as she angrily growled.

Nehora didn't much attention to her as she was focused on the spar.

Nehora seeing how serious he was, then she wouldn't be merciful as well.

She stood straight up and quickly launched her own attack. She shapeshifted her whole arm in a golden-furried clawed arm and slashed at him.

Alaric barely dodged and Nehora successfully slashed him on his bare chest as he was caught of guard.

He angrily glared at Nehora," You are completely going against your rule. You said we shouldn't shapeshift." he uttered while his wound was regenerating.

Nehora smiled confidently as she placed her hand on her hip shaking her head side by side," You misunderstood. l said we shouldn't shapeshift into our beast form 'fully', so basically you can shapeshift partially- your limbs."

Alaric stared in defeat as she was right," Fine, then let's continue." he said as he and Nehora stood in a fighting stance again, his wounds healed up.

In a blink of an eye, they launched series of attacks, shapeshifting their legs or arms.

The walls and the floor were being destroyed as the walls and floors cracked due to their impact.

They fought for hours until finally their spar came to an ending as Nehora launched a kick aiming for the side of head.

Alaric was too tired to evade and he was sent flying, colliding with the wall.

*BOOM*

A hole appeared on the wall and he slided down until reaching the floor as his body sat down on the floor.

*PANT*PANT*

Nehora breathed heavily as she stood there, wounds of claws were visible on her body. She was sweating profusely as she stood there.

Her wounds regenerated in an abnormal fast pace. After few minutes, she fully recovered and headed to where Alaric was which just a few metres away.

Alaric sat there, regenerating and was not moving, his head hanging as if dead.

She ducked down in front of Alaric, her legs bend down.

"Hey, wake up...admit your defeat." Nehora uttered emotionlessly as she slapped his face a few times to bring him back to consciousness.

Alaric opened his eyes as he painfully groaned as he looked at Nehora's blurry figure," Adelda?..."

Nehora annoyingly glared at Alaric," You are even thinking about her at this moment. Why do you even care about her?," she scoffed as she stood up.

Alaric shook his head to clear his vision and he saw it was Nehora, not Adelda. He painfully groaned as he stood up," Adelda is someone that l love." he uttered.

"She is a scheming she-wolf who only wants to be queen and doesn't love you!" Nehora shouted angrily.

"What do you know about her? You don't know her." Alaric angrily defended Adelda.

"Well, you don't know her like you think you do... you just being manipulated by her." Nehora uttered as she stared Alaric sadly and quickly evaded her look.

' She is a evil person to even murder her own mate, just so she could reach her goal, to be queen. That b*tch deserves more than death for her deed.' Nehora thought.

Alaric sighed," l admit my defeat. l will take my leave." he uttered as he went out of the room, leaving Nehora alone without further argument.

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