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Training Yard

مؤلف: Prema Dale
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-19 13:59:38

SOL

Priya cleared me for light movement four days later, which was three days later than I wanted and one day earlier than she actually intended, judging by the look she gave me when I announced I was going to the training yard instead of back to bed.

"Light movement," she repeated. "That means walking. Not whatever you're about to do."

"I know what light movement means."

"Do you, though."

I was already halfway out the door.

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The training yard sat at the edge of the pack house, open ground r
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  • Rejected for my Curves, Claimed by the Alpha King   What Marcus Found

    KADEMarcus was waiting in the war room when I got there, and the second I saw his face I knew whatever had pulled him away from the corridor wasn't going to be small.A scout stood by the door, still catching his breath, mud streaked up one side of his jaw like he'd taken the last mile on all fours instead of two legs. His eyes flicked to Sol as she followed me in, then away again fast, like he wasn't sure he was allowed to look at her directly."Report," I said."Reyes movement, south ridge." He straightened, forcing the words out steady even though his breathing hadn't fully caught up yet. "Not patrol formation, Alpha. War formation. A dozen wolves at minimum, moving toward the contested strip near the old mill."Sol went very still beside me. I felt it more than saw it — some coiled stillness that hadn't been there a moment ago, the particular quiet of someone bracing for a blow they already knew was coming."That's not close to your border," she said. "That's close to mine. What

  • Rejected for my Curves, Claimed by the Alpha King   What Crossed the Border With Her

    SOLWord travels faster than wolves, even across contested land. It took less than a week for the truth to reach Reyes territory — not the truth exactly, but a version of it, twisted just enough in the telling to be useful to whoever was doing the telling.I found out from Elena.She sent word through a courier I didn't recognize, someone clearly chosen for discretion rather than speed — a folded note, no seal, no crest, just her handwriting.*They know you're at Ashworth. Dana's calling it treason. Be careful. — E.*I read it twice in the privacy of the room Priya had given me, then folded it small enough to disappear into my palm."Bad news?" Priya asked, not looking up from the herbs she was sorting."Reyes council knows where I am."That got her attention. "How.""Doesn't matter how. Word moves. It always does." I sat down heavily on the edge of the cot, staring at the folded note like it might unfold itself into a better sentence if I waited long enough. "Dana's calling it treaso

  • Rejected for my Curves, Claimed by the Alpha King   Training Yard

    SOLPriya cleared me for light movement four days later, which was three days later than I wanted and one day earlier than she actually intended, judging by the look she gave me when I announced I was going to the training yard instead of back to bed."Light movement," she repeated. "That means walking. Not whatever you're about to do.""I know what light movement means.""Do you, though."I was already halfway out the door.---The training yard sat at the edge of the pack house, open ground ringed by weathered posts, a dozen or so wolves running drills in the morning cold. I recognized the shape of it instantly — the rhythm, the discipline — even if the faces were unfamiliar. Some things translated across pack lines.Callum spotted me first, breaking off from a sparring pair to intercept me before I'd gotten more than ten feet onto the grounds."Priya know you're out here?""Priya doesn't own the training yard.""No, but she'll make my life difficult if you tear those stitches open

  • Rejected for my Curves, Claimed by the Alpha King   Awake

    MARISOLI woke up swinging.Not literally, my body wouldn't have cooperated even if my instincts had wanted it to but my hand still shot out and closed around a wrist before my eyes had fully focused, some old reflex refusing to let me wake up defenseless twice in one week."Easy." The voice was low, amused despite itself. "I'm not the one who put those stitches in you."I blinked the room into focus. Unfamiliar ceiling. Unfamiliar smell, herbs, woodsmoke, something clean underneath it that I recognized before I placed it, and recognizing it made my stomach do something complicated.Him. The man from the border."Let go of my wrist," he said, not unkindly, "or don't. I don't actually mind."I let go like his skin had turned to fire."Where am I?""Ashworth pack house. Healer's den." He straightened, giving me space I hadn't asked for and was grateful for anyway. "You've been out most of a day."A day. I sat up too fast, pain lancing through my side, and hissed through my teeth rather

  • Rejected for my Curves, Claimed by the Alpha King   What He Chose Not to Say

    KADERogues didn't cross onto Ashworth land by accident. Not this deep, not this close to the pack house. Which meant whoever had tripped the outer wards tonight was either desperate, stupid, or hunting something — and I intended to find out which before I decided how much mercy the answer deserved."Movement, west ridge," Marcus said, falling into step beside me, already half-shifted, fur rippling along his forearms. "Solo. Moving fast, then not moving at all.""Wounded?""Maybe or waiting."I didn't slow down. Three rogue incursions this month already, two of them bold enough to test our border defenses directly. I'd buried a good tracker two weeks ago because the pack before me had gotten soft about what mercy cost. I wasn't going to be the Alpha who repeated that mistake."If it's a scout," I said, "we don't take chances."Marcus didn't answer. He didn't need to. We both knew what *don't take chances* meant, out here, at night, on contested ground.I smelled her before I saw her a

  • Rejected for my Curves, Claimed by the Alpha King   What I won't carry with me

    MARISOL I didn't cry until I was alone in my room, and even then it didn't last long, a few minutes of something hot and furious leaking out of me before I made myself stop, wiped my face, and started packing.There wasn't much I wanted to take. That, more than anything, told me how long I'd already been half-gone from this place without admitting it.A knife. A second set of boots. The small carved wolf my mother had given me before she died, worn smooth from years of being turned over in my palm on nights I couldn't sleep. I held it a long moment before I put it in the bag, thinking about how little I actually knew about her death beyond the version I'd been handed as a child an accident, a bad winter, nothing anyone had ever encouraged me to ask more questions about.I didn't have room in my chest tonight for that particular grief. I set it aside, the way I'd learned to set aside most things that hurt too much to look at directly, and kept packing.My father found me an hour later

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