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Kiara walkked out of her room with a smile on her face, but her mind swirled with thoughts from her talk with Devon on their date.

She tried to believe his words that the moon goddess wouldn't have chosen her if she wasn't capable of it, but she couldn't. She only ended up as his mate because Kristen betrayed her, there was nothing divine about a betrayal. Deep inside, she wanted to march up to Devon and tell him that she knew she wouldn't be able to fulfil the needed roles of a Luna in this pack, and that he should let her go, but she couldn't bring herself to suffer another rejection, and definitely not from him.

“You underestimate yourself a lot, Kiara” Kali whispered gently and both of Kiara’s brows shot up, “Devon was right, the moon goddess wouldn't have mated you to him if you weren't up to the task.”

“Then what about Kristen? What if it had worked out with Kristen, I wouldn't even be here?”

While she was still expecting a response from Kali, she felt two fingers on her forehead, trying to smoothen out the lines that had formed there.

“You are thinking too hard, “ Devon said, smiling yet frowning slightly, and Kiara’s lips instantly and unconsciously tugged up in a small smile.

“And you are here…” she said, looking around, “instead of my instructor for the day.”

Smirking, he placed his hands behind his back and stood straighter. 

“That's because I am your instructor for the day, Ma’am.”

It took Kiara a few seconds to hear and process what he just said, and her eyes slowly widened as her mind finally realized what he just said, “I never knew you were part of my instructors.” She expected it to be Eliza or Luka, but definetly not him.

Grabbing her hand, Devon led them out of the guest house and into his car. “I was never a part of your training crew,” he admitted then shut the door.

“What changed?” Kiara wasted no time in asking as soon as he got into the car, and he sighed.

“Well, let’s just say that I enjoyed yesterday so much that I don't want anyone else to spend that much time with you.” The words rolled off his tongue with so much ease, and Kiara’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red as the tips of her ears burned hot.

She loved hearing him say that, and it embarrassed her.

When she said nothing in response, Devon glanced at her, worried he had said something wrong, but his worry soon turned into a triumphant smirk when he saw the redness of her cheeks. “You look so beautiful with rosy cheeks.”

This time around, Kiara reached out and slapped his arm lightly. She was worried her heart would fail her if he kept saying things like that to her. She wasn't used to hearing them, and now that they were coming from a man that she finds attractive - super attractive - it was extremely hard to handle.

The rest of their ride was silent but they each had smiles on their faces the entire time, but Devon’s faltered when they finally pulled up to the training ground.

Kiara could tell he meant business now, so she pulled herself together as she followed behind him, trying to match his pace.

“Eliza said to be prepared to fight in anything,” she mumbled as they made it to the fighting ring, skipping the weapons and the sparring clothes.

In response, Devon nodded. “She is right. You’re going to be dressed up that day, so you must be ready to fight in any clothes, and most importantly….you have to be ready to defend yourself immediately.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he was already sending a punch Kiara’s way, and just right before it could comnect, she moved out of his way, causing Devon to smile.

From the moment they walked into the training roo,, she had her guard up because Eliza’s words kept ringing in her head, so she was able to note the exact time Devon formed a fist.

“One day with Eliza, and you are already ready to take me on.”

“Don’t insult me,” she retorted almost immediately and Devon raised his brows, “I am a trained fighter, Alpha Devon. You don't think I was about to lead a pack without proper training, right?”

Amusement and pride flashed in his gaze, and he slowly bobbed his head. “In that case then, let’s spar.”

“What determines the winner?”

“The first to have the other’s back on the ground wins.”

“There is a weight difference between us, Alpha Devon,” she mused as she got into position, “but that has never been a problem.”

Throwing his head back, Devon let out a laugh before he got into position as well. 

He was still trying to be nice, and play fair, because he was scared to hurt her, but Kiara didn't hesitate to play dirty and instantly went for his nose.

“You don't play fair.”

“If I do, you'll wipe me out in a second.” She ended her sentence with a kick to his knee, hoping to bring him down and end the fight almost immediately, but he only buckled and was back to his feet immediately.

“You are good, princess-” Kiara smirked, pride soaring in her veins. “- but I am better,” using her very tactics, he kicked her knee and once she was down on her knees, he grabbed her throat and pushed her to the ground, hovering over her as he did while Kiara panted tp catch her breath; she didn’t expect him to use her tactics and it had thrown her off.

“I’ll give it to you though, you know what you are doing. A little brushing up and we are good to go.” He helped her to her feet and Kiara shot him a dirty look.

“This will be the last time you beat me.”

He winked and walked away, “I hope so.”

Fuming, Kiara brushed past him and into the car, but before she could open her door, he beat her to it. “Opening your door is my task, don't try to do my task, Princess,” he whispered, his face a few inches away from hers, and Kiara’s anger was replaced with an inexplicable desire for him to close the gap between them.

“You are moving out of the guest house and into my home,” his words immediately broke her out of her reverie.

“Excuse me?”

“Tonight."