Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Deka [ 10 ]

author's note: what's your favourite Greek myth?

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Tristan was even fiercer in warrior mode.

His shoulders were squared and he stood still in front of me. Steely blue eyes focused on mine and his expression seemed stony until I stared back at him with all emotions on my face. His eyes softened and he cracked a small smile. "Kara, you'll be fine, okay?"

I took a moment to nod then rolled my shoulders back in an attempt to relax. "What about if I hurt you?"

The grin fought to the surface and Tristan chuckled lowly. I was so mesmerised by the expression on his face that I almost forgot what we were meant to be doing. "You won't hurt me. I just want to see how much power you can put behind a throw."

I frowned and slowly closed my hand into a fist when he nodded in encouragement. The thought of actually hitting him wouldn't have made me feel so bad three weeks ago, or even before meeting him, but I knew that my feelings towards him weren't the same anymore and I had been one of the only people to perhaps see a small part of the real Tristan.

We still had a long way to go, but I could see that he wasn't prepared to let me go. And I was sure that the thought of never seeing Tristan again elicited feelings of discomfort within me.

Reeling my arm back, I took in where he was standing and closed my eyes before allowing my fist to connect with his cheek. A low thud marked the connection and I quickly opened my eyes to see his hand enclosed around my fist.

"You need to open your eyes if you want a precise hit." His other hand came up to grip my wrist and turn mine over. "The basic technique is there—you know how to make a proper fist, but you're not hitting with the correct part of your hand." He straightened out my wrist and tapped my knuckles to correct me.

I tried to listen closely to his advice but when his thumb started to gently caress my knuckles, which I was sure he didn't notice, I found it hard to concentrate. Twisting my hand, I brushed my fingers over his pulse as I became mesmerised by the feel of his skin.

"Kara..." he warned with a small smile on his face. "Concentrate."

Glancing up at him, my face heated and I dropped his wrist before stepping back. "Sorry." I closed my hand into a fist once more and shook the nerves away. "Why do I need to actually hit you anyway?"

Tristan straightened out and shook his head. "No questions." He seriously said, levelling his gaze with mine. "Come on."

Winding my arm back, I focused on his face and sent as much power as I could into the punch. But, he caught my fist in his hand again before it reached his cheek. From the look on his face, I could tell that the punch wasn't up to standard.