Alpha Nasser

Chapter 5: a hot and sweaty fight

As I ran towards the training field, my wolf Mia began to speak to me. "Emily, did you see that guy? He was so handsome, with his strong jawline and piercing blue eyes."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Mia, don't be ridiculous. I don't have time to think about boys right now. I need to focus on my training."

"But he looked like an alpha, Emily. And he was so muscular and tall." Mia continued, her voice filled with excitement.

I sighed, feeling a twinge of jealousy towards my wolf. It was true that the man had been handsome, with a rugged charm that had caught my eye, but I knew better than to get distracted by his looks. As a member of the pack, my duty was to protect and serve, not to daydream about boys.

"Mia, stop it. We need to concentrate." I said firmly, pushing the thoughts of the man aside.

"Fine, fine. But you can't deny that he was easy on the eyes." Mia said with a playful tone.

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, despite my determination to remain focused. Mia always had a way of lightening the mood, even in the most tense situations.

As I approached the training field, I could feel the energy in the air. The field was bustling with werewolves of all shapes and sizes, each one focused on their training. Some were running laps around the field, while others were practicing their combat skills in pairs.

The sky was a clear blue, with the sun shining down on us, casting a warm glow on everything around. The grass was a vibrant green, swaying in the gentle breeze. In the distance, I could hear the sound of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves in the trees.

The werewolves around me were a mix of ages, ranging from young pups to seasoned warriors. Some were laughing and joking with each other, while others were locked in intense concentration, honing their skills. I could feel the determination emanating from each and every one of them, all driven by a desire to become stronger and protect their pack.

As I made my way to the center of the field, I could feel the eyes of the other werewolves on me. I knew I had a lot to prove, and I was determined to work hard and show them that I belonged here.

Taking a deep breath, I focused my attention on the training ahead, eager to learn and grow stronger alongside my pack.

As I heard my name being called, I turned to see Alpha Nasser, the leader of the Bloody Moon pack. My Gosh, he was the one I just met on the street. My heart raced as I made my way to the front of the group, unsure of what was going to happen next.

As I approached, Alpha Nasser turned to face me, his piercing blue eyes staring intently at me. "You there, young wolf," he said in a deep, commanding voice. "I hear you have some fight in you. Care to prove it?"

My mind raced as I realized what was happening. Alpha Nasser was challenging me to a fight in front of the entire pack. My instincts told me to run, to flee from this powerful and intimidating man. But I knew that I couldn't back down, not in front of my fellow pack members.

Alpha Nasser charged towards me, his eyes locked on mine. I could see the determination in his gaze, but I wasn't going to back down. I braced myself for impact, ready to defend myself.

As he lunged towards me, I quickly side-stepped him, causing him to stumble. I seized the opportunity and delivered a swift kick to his side, but he quickly recovered and grabbed me by the wrist. I felt a surge of pain shoot through my arm, but I didn't let it stop me.

As I squared off against Alpha Nasser, I couldn't help but notice his chiseled jawline and muscular frame. Despite his rugged appearance, I couldn't deny that there was something undeniably attractive about him.

With my free hand, I punched him in the face, making him stagger back. But he was quick to retaliate, and before I knew it, he had me pinned to the ground. His weight was heavy on my chest, and I struggled to breathe.

I thrashed and kicked, trying to get him off me, but he was too strong. I could feel the pressure building in my chest, and panic set in. But just when I thought it was over, I saw an opening. With all my strength, I pushed him off me and scrambled to my feet.

Breathless and shaken, I stood up and faced him again. Alpha Nasser looked at me with a hint of admiration in his eyes. "You're a feisty one," he said with a smirk.

I took a deep breath and readied myself for the next round. The fight continued, each of us trading blows and dodging attacks. Despite his strength, I refused to back down. I knew that if I wanted to earn his respect, I had to show him that I was just as tough as any other werewolf.

Despite my best efforts, Alpha Nasser proved to be too much for me to handle. His strength and experience were too much for me to overcome, and before I knew it, he had me pinned to the ground.

As I lay there, panting and defeated, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment in myself. I had let myself and my pack down by not being strong enough to face Alpha Nasser.

But as I looked up at him, I saw a hint of something in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. Was it respect? Admiration? Or was I just imagining things?

As the training session came to an end, I made my way back to my aunt's house, still reeling from the intense experience. My wolf, Mia, kept replaying the fight in my head, analyzing my mistakes and trying to come up with a plan for next time.

But as I lay in bed that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to my encounter with Alpha Nasser. Despite his rough exterior and intimidating demeanor, there was a hint of something softer and more vulnerable that I couldn't quite place.