Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503

Amelia’s POV

I continued to train both under Damien’s tutelage and on my own, through the training videos and practicing to perfection the moves Damien had previously shown me.

With the tournament quickly approaching, I couldn’t afford to lose even a minute of possible training time. I trained every day, every spare moment.

I knew I would be facing true warriors in the ring, and I needed to be ready. Yet, since Damien had been my only sparring partner, I had no real sense of my actual ability. It didn’t matter how hard I trained, I would never be on the same level as an Alpha. They were genetically superior to most people.

But just because I wasn’t on the same level as an Alpha didn’t mean that I couldn’t compete with other pack members. I truly had no sense of how I would fair against them.

I didn’t think I would know until I was actually in the ring.

Once, while training with Damien again, he had praised me for my improvement. Immediately after, I asked him, “How do you think I would fair in the tournament, if I were to join?”

By now, I knew the sign-ups had ended, so I hoped that in asking him, he would take the question more as a hypothetical than any legitimate kind of proposal to fight.

“Why would you ask something like that?” he said, narrowing his eyes at me.

Internally, my heart started to race, my panic rising. Did I just give myself away?

“I’m just curious,” I said. “I want to know how I am doing in terms of the other members of the pack. As a Luna, shouldn’t I know where my strengths are?”

“Your strengths are not in fighting,” Damien said. “There are many other things that you excel at instead, and you don’t need to worry about something like that.”

“I might have to fight, whether you like it or not,” I said. “I’d like to know what my chances would be against someone who isn’t an Alpha.”

He looked at me for a long moment, and then sighed. “You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

I wasn’t. “No.”

He tensed a little, clearly uncomfortable with the question. I could only hope that it was the thought of me fighting at all that upset him and not any suspicion that I had already signed up for the tournament under a

moniker.

“There are going to be some real contenders fighting in the tournament,” he said. “Some of the best warriors in the pack have signed up, and even a couple of unknowns. A lot of these guys have trained their entire lives to shift and to fight. You are still learning. Against them? I’m sorry, Amelia. You are making strides and showing quick improvement, but you are still new. I don’t think you would have much of a chance.”

His lack of faith in me bothered me more than I wanted to admit. I hid that disappointment behind a steely, blank façade, but inwardly, my heart ached. Why couldn’t he see me?

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Did he truly believe I wouldn’t stand a chance or was he just trying to dissuade me?

Regardless, I had already signed up. Soon, I would enter that tournament whether he liked it or not and I would prove myself one way or another.

Either I would be as good as I hoped, or as bad as Damien predicted.

I needed to train more, to aim for the former and avoid the latter.

But that wasn’t all I needed. With the tournament quickly approaching, I needed to start thinking about my actual disguise.

It wasn’t enough to just hide my face. With my wolf helping me, her scent was distinctive. Damien would know me with one sniff, even from across a crowded room.

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