Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245

A few minutes later, we found ourselves in one of the sandy sparring rings in the center of the arena. David and I had exchanged blows, moving across the ring with an uncanny familiarity that wasn’t lost on me. I’d inherited more of my family’s movements than I’d ever realized, and it showed in the way we danced around the ring like we’d done it a thousand times before.

I held my own for a good bit, tapping into the training I’d been doing for months now. But David was ultimately far more skilled than I, and soon, he had me tapping out on the sand in a hold that I’d never even seen coming.

“What was that?” I gasped as he pulled me to my feet. “I’ve never seen that last move before–the thing you did with your leg.”

David’s gaze glimmered with mischief. “It’s an old Bloodmoon fighting technique. Here. Let me show you.”

David lowered his stance and showed me through the various motions: drop low, press my palms into the earth, feint with the left leg, then swing the right around and topple my opponent. Then hook my left around the opponent’s neck, and…

The rest was lost on me. I tried five times before I managed to flip us in the way I was supposed to, and ultimately came to the conclusion that I lacked the oblique muscles to manage the final part where I swung my entire body onto his back and put him in a chokehold from behind.

“I’ve never seen these moves put together like this,” I admitted as we cleaned ourselves up a little while later.” But I can see the appeal. It’s quick and agile, and extremely effective.” I grinned as I gestured to a decent–sized bruise already forming in the spot where my neck met my shoulder.

“You should train while you’re here,” David said. “I’ll teach you personally. You’ve got a knack for it already- it’s in your blood. You just need to build up the specific muscles and flexibility used for the moves; the fighting style in the territories is rigid, prioritizing big, hard–hitting movements. Which is useful in its own right, but it’s good to be well–rounded.”

I immediately agreed to his proposal, of course. If I was going to be spending days here with little to do other than wring my hands over Miles‘ condition and hope that Andrei, Damon, and Grace had made it home in one piece, then daily training would be just the thing to soothe my frayed nerves. 3

Afterwards, David left me to my own devices while he handled some matters around the pack. I stopped by the healing chambers to check on Max, and was thrilled to learn from the head healer that he was beginning to stir.

“He’s still groggy, partially from the medicine we’ve been giving him,” she explained in a soft voice as she led me over to Max’s bed. “You may speak to him for a few minutes, but he should rest as much as possible.”

I nodded and stepped into the small alcove behind the curtain the healer pulled aside. Max looked tiny and fragile in the big bed, especially beneath the layers of furs and quilts keeping him warm, but his eyes were cracked open and he was sitting up slightly.

“My love,” I choked out, hurrying over to him and perching on the edge of the bed. I hardly dared to touch him, but I cupped his small face in one hand and smiled. “How are you feeling, sweetie?”

Max blinked up at me with those big green eyes, and for a moment, I saw his mouth twitch into the faintest of smiles. “Still… S–Sick,” he managed before falling into a coughing fit.

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Chapter 245

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My heart clenched as the healer ran over to pat his back and administer a drop of a minty–smelling liquid onto his tongue. Thankfully, within a few moments, his coughing had subsided and he was looking at me again. “You’re gonna be alright, sweetheart,” I whispered, more to myself than him. “They’re taking good care of you.‘

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