Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465: Second Day of Training

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Chapter 465

~Zara’s POV~

The training field behind the east wing of the estate was quiet when I arrived—just the soft rustle of wind brushing through the tall hedges and the dull thud of my boots on the compacted dirt.

The space was wide and open, ringed with wooden dummies, target posts, and a few scattered weapon stands.

Siona was already there, dressed in her usual midnight-black sparring gear that clung to her like a second skin.

Her twin swords were sheathed across her back, and her long, white braid swung lightly behind her as she turned to face me.

"You’re late," she said without looking at a clock. Her voice was calm, clipped, and precise as always.

I shrugged. "Blame Snow."

Siona rolled her eyes and tossed a towel to the side. "Of course. Men are good for many things, but punctuality isn’t one of them when it comes to keeping their spouses early."

I chuckled. "And an important meeting we had with Lord Sterling."

Her eyes seemed to go wild briefly. "Interesting. Have the Lycans supported it?"

I shrugged and stepped closer. "They are a bit on the fence, but yes. I know they will support me."

I stretched my arms and rolled my shoulders. "Alright, let’s do this."

Without another word, she moved, fast and fluid. A blur of power. She reached into a wooden chest near the center of the field and tossed me a pair of short blades.

"Not powers today?" I asked, catching them mid-air.

"We’re sharpening more than your instincts today," she said simply. "You need to move with a weapon like it’s an extension of your body."

I wasn’t sure what to think of that. I knew I was good with the blades, but...

"The Crescent witches won’t fight fair," her voice rang out, breaking me from my thoughts. "Neither will the Shadow Clave. If you’re caught without your claws, wolf or powers, these might be the only things between you and death, especially if you can find one nearby."

Comforting.

I gripped the handles tightly, adjusting to their weight. "Let’s go."

Siona didn’t hold back.

She lunged first, her blade flashing in the sunlight. I blocked, barely as the vibration of metal-on-metal ringing through my bones.

"Footwork," she snapped. "Don’t just block. Move!"

I pivoted on my heel, ducking under her next swing and striking out with a counterattack. She spun smoothly, avoiding my blade by an inch.

Her boot came up and caught my side, landing an ice kick.

I grunted, stumbling back.

"Better," she said, already advancing. "But you’re thinking too much."

"Maybe that’s because I’m not some perfect murder doll with superhuman balance."

"Excuses don’t win battles."

She was right. I was thinking about a lot of things at the moment.

Number one and majorly the first was the new change I noticed with Snow.

First they were plain violet and then they became heterochromia—violet and blue.

What was happening?

Between that and my nightmares, I did not know what was to come next and how best to handle such a thing when it did came?

Was my husband changing to a dragon or was he become a doppelganger of Davion?

How deeply would the changes go?

And when they do, how will Snow react?

My thoughts were interrupted again when Siona came at me again, faster this time. I didn’t have time to overthink.

She basically did not move like her age but with the agility of a young warrior.

I shoved my concerns and thoughts to the back of my kind and matched her rhythm, our blades colliding in a flurry of sparks.

Right, block. Left, duck. Spin, low kick.

Siona sidestepped me with feline grace and knocked my wrist with the hilt of her sword.

My blade clattered to the ground.

"Again," she commanded sharply.

I had been trained as the Alphas’ daughter I was when I lived with my adoptive parents but this... oh boy. I believe this was how someone like Zade could train me.

I retrieved the blade and stood. My arms burned and my legs ached. But I wasn’t giving up.

This time, I let instinct lead.

When she moved, I flowed with her—not reacting, but anticipating. My body remembered what my mind didn’t. The pain from my last training session.