Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

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Tristan cupped his hands around my fists and shook them briefly. "Remember what I said about using your whole body, αγάπη μου. The power is transferred to your fists so you should be able to feel it—let it determine your momentum."

When he released my hands, I acknowledge his words and raised my fists again. Heeding what he said during our last training session, I twisted at my hips to transfer the power from my legs. My fist collided with the palm of his hands and he smiled in satisfaction as the skin flushed a light red.

"Good. This is another basic move but for a double hit, when your fist collides into them you follow that up with your elbow to hit them square in the face."

I frowned at him. "I don't want to do that to you." Tilting my body slightly, I acted out the hit in thin air, hitting nothing as I planted myself in the snow to stay upright when I put a little too much power. He watched me closely and nodded before he reached for my hand and began pulling me in the opposite direction.

I didn't say anything and before long, we had reached the indoor training room. It wasn't as expansive as the field but it had all the equipment I would need to train properly. The room was heated so I quickly pulled my jacket off, settling it on the bench as I went to stand in front of the punching bag.

Tristan stood behind me, arms folded across his chest as he watched me. "Practice all that I've taught you so far, Kara."

Nodding, I rained down punches on the bag, alternating between my right and left hand, and my elbow. The sound of my fists colliding with the meat of the bag reverberated around the room and when I had begun to work up a sweat, I stopped and turned around to look at Tristan.

He seemed impressed. I could tell from the way he smiled subtly. "That was good. You have a lot of power." He walked across the room to a built-in cupboard in the wall and pulled out a towel. Stepping towards me, he dabbed my forehead and then neck before speaking again. "The best thing you can do is catch your opponent off-guard. It's the moment that could make or break a fight."

"Do you want me to catch you off-guard?"

Tristan chuckled lightly. "Asking definitely defeats the purpose."

Rolling my eyes, I stepped closer towards him. "Yet I bet I could still do it." I went onto my tiptoes, locking my lips with his as I kissed him slowly. His heart rate picked up and I kicked it up a notch when I squeezed his shoulders in warning before jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

He caught me effortlessly and hoisted me up further to hold onto me properly. I sighed against his mouth and cupped his face, deepening the kiss as I smiled against his lips.