My Genius Mate

Chapter Fourteen

The last couple of months have been pure bliss for me. Ronan and I were around each other all day and all night. His parents and entire family were happy to see us together finally. Luna sat with me occasionally to talk about being his mate, what it meant, and some things I would need to consider as future Luna. I could tell she was happy to teach me these things, likely thinking about it since knowing I was his mate since the beginning. Alpha also took an interest in my training. Every morning, I was to report to his Beta to train me, teach me self-defense and close hand-eye-coordination personally. I was also given a rundown on multiple weapons as well.

Beta Dawson was excited to see me as he spotted me. We were in the training room, so multiple people were around us on a mat. Most of them were doing their usual wrestling or boxing moves. Some people had stopped to watch us, as Dawson never took it easy on me.

By now, the entire pack knew about Christa and her multiple attempts to kidnap me. And her various attempts to take me away from Ronan. This meant there was a fifty-fifty shot if people looked at me in an 'oh you poor thing' way or became protective of me like Alpha and Beta. Most of our soldiers were protective and looked out for me when they saw me around the pack house or in public. I appreciated our pack sticking together like this. During my training or workouts, a few guys will give me pointers and teach me the better way to attack people. Before coming to the mat with Dawson, Garrett, a better-known soldier to the Chase pack, taught me how to use my entire body to throw a kick. He moved my hips into position. He also pulled my leg up into the position by my thigh and calf so as not to knock me over. He intended to show me where my foot needed to land to hit his side in the right spot to knock him over so I knew what it would look like on my opponent. Garrett and a few others also taught me how to use my body in a punch as well. At first, having so many people touching me was weird, but it was with reason, and my wolf was excited to learn. They kept putting my limbs where they needed to be, telling me how to hold a fist and where I needed to feel the burn on my leg to know I was using the right muscle to launch myself.

We circled each other on the mat, both holding a four-inch blade in our hands to teach me close combat with a weapon. I noticed Alpha, Ronan, Henry, and Gabe had joined the group of people looking at us from across the room. Dawson cleared his throat. "I'm the one with the blade here."

"Right."

"You're a future Luna. Others will watch any confrontation or conversation you have. Get used to feeling eyes on you at all times."

He was right. Even now, people make it a priority to say hi to me or check on me. It was a little odd to me now, but I was getting used to it.

While I was caught up in my thoughts, Dawson rushed me. The blade was in his right hand, on my left, which was free. I ducked and pushed the wrist up so he didn't cut me. With him caught off guard, I was able to slice his upper arm—a small yet noticeable cut. Everyone gasped at us, shocked that I dared cut the Beta. I thought I might be in trouble until Dawson chuckled. When he smiled at me, I noticed how much he looked like Henry. He had the same dark melatonin skin tone and the same face. He was a couple of inches shorter than his son but just as fit. His eyes were a lighter brown, and he wore his hair in a fade rather than braids. When he smiled, I saw a glimpse into Henry's future.

I didn't give him much time to recover and went to strike again, but he caught my arm, lifting me over his shoulder, cutting my side, and slamming me against the mat on my back. He pinned me, holding my wrist with the knife in it above my head. He pressed his blade against my neck. I cursed at myself. I was done for if I let someone put me in this position. Especially if they were bigger than me, like Dawson.

As if he might be reading my mind, which was likely, Ronan told me, 'Push against his arm, holding the blade, and try to kick off his chest.'

I did as he said and was able to kick off and roll backward, landing on my feet in a squatted position. Dawson smiled.