The Prince and The Rogue

17: Training

|Prince Theo|

I heard the door shut as I finished my warmups. Samantha walked into the training room, looking wary of this. I took off my shirt early on when I knew she wouldn't be coming up right away. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable with me. Her eyes wandered my sweat covered body and then found my eyes before wandering too far down my torso.

"Shall we begin," I ask, donning my tank top.

She bites her lip and nods quickly.

"Wonderful," I sigh. "Now, will you please join me and not look at me like a predator?"

"Yes! Sorry!"

"Goddess, why are you apologizing? There is no need for it." I motion her towards me and she instantly moves toward me.

"Shoes off," I tell and tip my chin towards them.

"Sor-"

My warning glare cuts her off and she takes off her shoes and joins me on the mat. I felt her body shake and shiver under my gaze as I looked at her body. Circling her like a vulture.

"I am sorry if I am making you uncomfortable, Samantha. This is just for reference on what we need to work on. You lost a lot of muscle mass when your wolf left."

It is true, our wolves allow some of their muscle mass to project onto our human forms. Yes, we work out in both human and wolf forms, but our wolves provide strength when need be. As for Samantha she always needed that extra muscle mass since she was braving the elements, but this only made it build up more. Hence the drastic loss.

"Besides that, you are very fit, but are you in shape? Just because you are skinny does not mean you are in shape."

She sighs through her nose and shots daggers at me. "Yes."

"Okay then give me one hundred perfect form push ups."

Her jaw drops. "I can't-"

"Then you aren't in shape. What did your father have you do? Sit around all day?"

She nods. "Yes, tend to the pups and prepare meals."

"I was being sarcastic, I didn't mean to."

She waves it off. "It was going to surface eventually, why not now?"

She has been out of practice for quite some time then, so this was going to take awhile. Break her back in and get her body used to the constant demand that comes with working out. Her body will be extremely sore for the first few weeks of working out and it will eventually go away. Well, that is if her body can get used to it or her wolf returns. Whatever comes first.

We started off with light weights and core exercises. While she went through the reps I sat down on my laptop to go over the potential candidates for Rosabella's guard and Head of the Royal Guard.

I heard a thud, assuming Samantha was either done or annoyed, I didn't look up. I did look up when I saw a figure looming over me. I shift my eyes to meet her.

"Are you done," I ask casually, continuing to tap through my emails.

"Somewhat and what are you doing," she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Going through emails and deciding which ones I am in the mood to respond to," I sigh and set my phone down. I reach for her hand and lead us back to the mat.

"What are we doing now?"

"Hand to hand combat."

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Now show me your fighting stance."

It was probably the worst I have seen. Arms out in front her hands in fists, left leg out front and right slightly back. She had no confidence in the stance and was more like a cowering pup backed into a corner. Like she was being forced against her will to fight. I try my best to perfect her stance, but either way there will be flaws as I can't fix her confidence, yet.

"You have to be ready for anything," I tell.

"What do you mean," she asks.

Within a heartbeat I have her on her back and her hands restrained. I am pretty sure I not only shocked her but knocked the air out of her lungs.

"Now what do you do?"

"I am going to knee you in your fucking balls," she growls.

"That is one way to disarm your opponent, but what if they aren't male?"

She huffs, admitting defeat.

"You are going to brace your knees against my hips. Make sure it is a tight grip and now try to flip us," I instruct.

After many failed attempts she finally gathers enough strength to flip us, well half way. We lay on our sides while she tries to catch her breath. I offer her a hand and we get up to get water. For the next few hours she worked on building her strength in her core and legs while I responded to emails.

'She looks so cute,' Dax murmurs.

I notice what he is talking about, how hard she is trying.

I chuckle at his comment and confuse, 'Yes, she does.'

Her brows frown when she looks at me. "What is so funny?"

"Nothing," I defend and throw my hands up in front of me. "My wolf said something."

"What is his name," she asks softly.

"Dax. What was yours named?"

Her eyes go glossy, "Trinity."

'Trinity,' my wolf hums.

The conversation fell silent after that. I didn't want to push too much information out of her, so I remained quiet as well. Truly I didn't mean to push all of the information out of her, I just wanted to get to know her. Especially if we are expected to be locked up together for an unknown time and that she is my mate. She has already stated that she will make this work. I sensed she was jealous of another female becoming my mate. That pissed her off, even though she rejected me.

She truly is a hard code to crack. Yet, I am determined to crack it. I want her and I want this bond to work. I don't want anyone but her. She was made for me, no one else, no matter their breeding and upbringing will they be the same as a true mate bond. A forced mate bond is not the same as a true mate bond. I don't want a fake or forced mate chosen from the billions of females applying to be my new mate.

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Good evening everyone! Sorry for this late update! I have three weeks of classes left so it's crunch time. My professors have been giving more work than usual. So bare with me, updates may be late for the next few weeks!

I hope you all have a safe and wonderful week!

~Becca, The Queen of Beans