The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 17: Fight

"Koa. Focus,"

I scoff.  "I am!"

"You are distracted by the butterfly," Cyrus huffs.

"Am not! Dickhead," He's been in a sour mood all morning, ever since I arrived for training.

I watch the poor butterfly flutter off into the trees, giving it a silent goodbye. Not my fault observing the little creature is better than doing the tortuous exercise he calls pushups. I'm only on my 15th one, but it feels like the hundredth.

"If you're not going to be serious about this, then you can go home," he gives me a sharp look, those icy eyes of his alight with annoyance.

"Excuse me? What is your actual problem? Maybe you're the one who needs to go home and get up on the right side of the bed!"

He turns away, his shoulders squared as he stalks off to where our water flasks lay. He takes a long, drawn-out swig from his. Yikes. Did me shutting him down the other day upset him that much? Well, it's not my problem if his feelings are hurt. I've been very clear about my boundaries from the start.

I walk over, stretching my arms with a yawn. "Since you're so clearly fed up with me not being able to do 100 pushups in ten minutes like your little alpha friends, how about we try fighting again?"

His eyes narrow. "I will scare you,"

My face flushes. "I--I wasn't scared last time! Just surprised,"

He sighs, muscled arms flexing as he crosses them over his chest. I find myself mesmerized by the prominent veins running down them and how the tendons ripple beneath his pale skin before quickly snapping myself out of it. I hope he didn't notice.

"You're very stubborn, Koa. Do you know that?"

"And? I thought you liked that about me," I raise an eyebrow, hoping to get him in a better mood. This grump is not so fun to have as a teacher.

I can tell I've succeeded when I see him attempting to restrain a smile. "It has its charm," he admits.

"Sooo... can we get on with the fighting? Ooh, can I use a knife?!" I eye one of the multiple he has strapped to his belt.

"I am afraid that would remind me of the traumatic events of our first meaning,"

"Oh, don't be a baby," I roll my eyes. Okay, maybe I shouldn't be calling an alpha more than twice my size a baby.

"Alright. If you want to learn, let us start, then, with basic combat. I will teach you a few moves, and you must show me that you've mastered them before we move on,"

Hah. Easy.

*

"Cyrus! For fucks sake, just let me hit you!"

"Then you wouldn't learn," he replies smugly, dodging another one of my attacks. He is infuriatingly untouchable in the art of combat.

"Well how am I supposed to practice any of the moves if you block them every single time?!" I attempt a palm heel strike that he taught me to his face, which he easily catches in one of his huge hands.

"Ugh!" I huff in frustration.

"You show everything on your face and in your body movement, my moon. An opponent can guess your next move in an instant if you do this,"

"Staring at my body now, Cyrus?" I hiss, ripping my hand from his grasp, and his face colors at my words. I take advantage of the moment, attempting a side kick to his leg and actually landing it this time. I miss his knee, which is the place he instructed me to aim for, but I still did it nevertheless.