My Girlfriend Was Already Fully Trained Novels & Stories

Otherwise, it would have been miserable. “How was training?” She asks me. The one thing we haven’t done together since she was able to be excluded two years ago. Where I want to be a kickass warrior, Calista is a more gentle soul. She completed the required five years of training but was able to back out after that. “I got Lucas today.” I tell her beaming. “You took him down?” Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Yep, pinned him until he tapped out.” I’m practically bouncing on the balls of my feet. Lucas is set to be our next Lead Warrior and for me to beat him is a huge feather in my cap.

He gestures to the guys when he says ‘them. “Well, the crazy small girl here trains like she’s preparing for the next apocalypse. You saw her today. She’s the only one that went two rounds and she did it back to back against the future Gamma and a future Alpha and she handed both of them their asses, barely breaking a sweat. Then to wrap it all up nicely she completed the human versus wolf training and the only one you yourself couldn’t submit. And we were with you for over six hours after the rest of the training group left. She got there before all of us, meaning she probably did an hour of cardio before anyone else showed up. Today was a ‘regular’ day for her.” She air quotes. “She’s a

I cleared my throat, trying to grab her attention, but she did not look up. “I came to tell you to get prepared. You will soon start your training.” I said, and she immediately raised her to look of disbelief. “Are you being serious?” She asked and I nodded my head. She sat up on the bed instantly, and I could see the excitement written all over her face. “I phoned my cousin, Jim, earlier. He is coming over to train you on how to fight.” I said, and the expression on her face slowly transformed into a frown as she heard what I had just said.

This was no time to treat the young girl like a lover, yet. The older woman then broke the kiss, earning her a pitiful whimper of loss from Jennifer. Linda fixed the tiny girl with a stern expression and said decisively, "Stay still and don't pout, Jennifer. You're here to be trained as my daughter's and my personal pussy girl. If she decides to treat you as her girlfriend, that's her decision. But you will be properly trained nonetheless." Jennifer looked down abashed, as she submissively replied, "Yes, ma'am."

I decided not to push and released her chin. "I'll call your school. You shouldn't be allowed to train without my permission," I said, walking slowly back to my chair, but clearly what I said hadn't settled with her. "What?" she said, following my pace. "So now I must get approval from you to train, because I just got a little injury?" I sat slowly on my chair, my expression calm as she crashed out in front of me. "Yes, peach. As my girlfriend." "Fake," she cut in.

"I've had practice reading how people move." He understood what she meant. She could see it in the brief pause before he continued. "There's a formal training program. Not mandatory for non-warrior pack members, but available. Three levels — basic defense, intermediate combat, advanced tactical. If you want to formalise, speak to the training coordinator. Her name is Geya." "Is she Nadia's." Another sideways look. This one held a fraction longer. "Geya and Nadia work in the same structure. Geya is her own person."

Kyrian’s POV The day went smoothly after that and later, I wanted to do basic training. Just jogging in the compound. We were allowed to do that. Sean and Roderigo had gone to training with the hockey team and I thought it would be best to keep myself busy with jogging and chatting with my girlfriend. Yes, girlfriend. I could really call her mine now. “How many laps?” she asked. “I don’t know, not yet,” I answered. “Guess we will find out.”

Brynn Hollis' POV One month. The Shepherd gave us one month to prepare. Thirty days to train, to gather allies, to say goodbye. I spent every day on the training ground. Blades. Hand-to-hand. Tactics. Farrah pushed me harder than anyone. Dax pushed me harder than Farrah. By the end of the second week, my body was a weapon. "You're ready," Farrah said. "I'm not ready." "You're as ready as you'll ever be."

“No you can’t. You’re not 18 yet.” “So?” “And until then, you live under my rules.” “Seriously?” “That’s my final wo--” “--But I need to train!” “Train for what? Your dates?” His stone face raises an eyebrow in my direction. “I have a training partner.” His eyebrow raises even further. “She’s a healer. We’ve been training every morning.” His eyebrow is now in danger of disappearing into his hairline. “Whoever she is, she’s not available to meet you. Healers and everyone above yellow-status has been called in to work.”

One thing guard training did not teach you was how to be sociable. "Boys, we are blessed today to have this little pocket rocket train with us." I rolled my eyes at the introduction. "While she may not look it, she is an elite guard which means she could drop each and every one of you onto your ass." Some of the guys smirked and I could feel myself blushing firey red. "Training today will be 1 on 1 combat. Anybody game enough, is more than welcome to take her on."