Alpha Gymnastic Boy

Chapter 4

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"How much time am I to tell you that if you give this foot away...." I pause to shake his foot I caught in my hand "You won't get it back." That was simplest way I could explain to the kid instead of telling him that the rogues would bit it off and munch on it right in front of him while he can't doing anything waiting for his turn after they finish.

Last time I told a kid the harsh way she cried and refuse to come back and train with me, even now she has never train with me again and dad scowl me for it. The kid nod and I like his foot go so he can get back in his stance to try and attack me again, I admire the determination in his eyes but he'll never hit me unless I allow it and am not that generous to allow that, sucks to be him.

He throw his left hand punch toward my face but I see through that as a distraction so his right could attack my side. I caught both his hands and at this he didn't waste time to intervene his feet so he send one the my side but the left now and I bend my leg up to protect my side and push it away when his foot connect with my leg as planned just as I let go on his arm to punch his other attacking foot to the ground.

He fell and roll around holding his aching foot but didn't cry out or wail like a baby, thank Moddess. Anyways I hold my hand out for him to take and pull him to his feet "good work today, go rest and look out for a letter filled with you mistakes later." I inform him and he nods.

I could just mindlink his parents and inform them because he isn't of age as yet to connect with the pack but since he wants to learn responsibility so soon I give it to him. He hasn't shift yet hence why no connection to the pack link but I admire how you didn't wait until he shift to start training, some of the pack members rely on their wolves a bit too much to like heal them right away, give then strength when they run out or as far as letting their wolves take over while in human form.

As a result of that I got my pack accustomed to not relying on their creatures for help and protection because what if their creature are too tired to fight or defend anymore, then what, they are going to give up and die so every Wednesday training day the health sector of the pack injects my warriors and trainees with a portion that makes their creature dormant so they can not use their creature at all.

I dismiss training after going at it for two hours and head inside to the kitchen for a quick snack. Max came in right after me "Hey bestie!" He exclaim and I sigh annoyed.

"Tyler is rubbing off on you more and more everyday." I point out which he just smile to.

"Its the product of having a mate." He said popping a grape in his mouth.

"Correction, it's the product of being whipped from the reagent Tyler plus Tyler with energy Tyler and don't say bestie again, it is not manly." I state the obvious. He burst out laughing while I roll my eyes at his childish behavior.

"Anyways what are we eating?" He ask peeking over my shoulder.

"Not Tyler" I bluntly clarify but I think I did the wrong thing.

"I wonder where he is?" He ask with lust and longing in his eyes. So fucking whipped. Speak of the narcissistic and he shall arrive, Tyler walk in not in his usual bubbly personality and right into Max chest. "What wrong baby?" He ask greatly concern.

"I'm useless and a screw up though I still look good." He just had to add that part. The guy truly is obsess with himself to a point where I think Max love can't compare to the level of love for his own self.

"No your not! Why would you say that!" And very few times Max gets upset because he is a gentle person naturally but I guess being whipped does that to you.