Rejected By A Stupid Alpha [REWRITING]

Chapter Five: Meeting Again

CHAPTER FIVE:
MEETING AGAIN

I wore my yoga pants and a purple sports bra. I tied my hair in a messy ponytail and wore my sneakers.

"Ready, sis?" I heard Mark, who was waiting for me to get ready for my training, ask.

I nodded, even if I knew he couldn't see me. "Yeah."

I walked out of the changing room in the training centre and walked over to Mark. I kept repeating the three rules he gave me this morning:

1. Don't feel any emotional attachments.

2. Watch his every move carefully.

3. Kick his ass in the most unique way you can. Try to find the move that makes you strong and that none other than you can do.

"Okay everyone!" Mark called out as he clapped his hands. "I want everyone to run 20 laps in human form. After the run, you get 5 minutes break and we go to the training of defense and kicking asses. Now get your lazy asses up and start running!" he went into full beta mode.

I smiled at myself when I heard we're running. I seriously love running. I started with my first lap and within no time I was down at my last, still not tired. Mark and I made a habit of running years ago. We would run around our packhouse every day. It brought us closer and made us the way we are today.

I saw the others panting and sweating like crazy and looked at myself. I was sweating and panting too, but that was all the things I enjoyed. There was a different sense of accomplishment buried within all this training.

"Okay, your five minutes are over. Now get your ass over here!" he pointed to the yellow line. We obeyed and walked to the yellow line.

"Okay, now I'm going to make you guys pick your trainer. We have enough warriors here, enough for all of you, so go pick your trainer. Now. You have thirty seconds!"

The girls jogged over to their trainers and you could guess mine.

Mark.

I always chose him as my trainer. Duh.

"Okay now, sis. Lemme see your moves," he smirked, making me smirk. Wanting a challenge, I see.

Rule 1. No emotional attachments, I chanted in my head.

We walked around in circles till he tried to lunged at me. But me being smarter than him, moved aside, letting him fall right on his face.

He stood up, and I jumped and kicked him in his stomach, making him fall backwards. I jumped and sat on his belly, trying to punch him in his face, but he dodged every fist.

He threw me against the wall and quickly stood up. I jumped into defense mode and lunged at him this time. He pinned me against the floor and tried to punch me like I did, but me being his baby sister, I copied his ninja skills.

I smirked at him and pushed him off me with my knees, with all my strength, against the wall. I tried to punch again, but he caught my fist and pinned me against the wall with my hands against my back. Damn Beta strength.

"You're actually getting pretty good at this," I felt him chuckle.

I bent down and quickly turned around carefully not to hurt myself and stood up again. We were now in a position where it looked like we were dancing. And then, I got an idea.

I hummed a song and Mark was looking at me confused. I smirked at him. He should have known that music is my strength and that I can and will use it as a distraction.