The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 32

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Evie’s pov

The staff is heavier than I expected. I was never privileged like the others in my former pack to train and get better. I was the one to wash the dirty used towels after or bring water to the wolves when they needed.

So feeling the weight of the staff somehow shocked me.

My fingers tighten around it even though it feels so unfamiliar to me. The wood bites into my palm roughly and I

swallow hard.

Serena hums in my head. ‘Translation to his words. We fail, and we either are caged, killed or maybe worse.’

Her words didn’t ease me one bit.

Jonah suddenly steps forward as Gavin returns to the other wolves, leaving us.

“Jonah-

Quincy starts but he gives her a hard stare that shuts her up.

“Straighten your spine,” he orders me and I flushed in embarrassment as I hear a few other snickers around me.

He circles me once, boots crunching against the dirt whilst his eyes never leave my face. I try to track his movements but my body feels stiff, uncooperative as if it knows what is to come and is already bracing for the impact.

“Raise the staff,” Jonah commands, eyes narrowing on my pitiful form before him. I had no clue how to fight, no clue how to even swing that thing. I was going to fail. Dread sinks heavy in my stomach.

‘Lift the staff Evie,’ Serena said. ‘We got this.’

I do as I am told, awkwardly at that but still lifted the staff in front of me. It wobbles slightly. A mistake. I know it the second his lip curls into an annoyed sneer.

“Again,” he snaps.

“Jonah don’t be so harsh! Let her get a hang of it first!” Quincy snaps behind me.

Jonah gives her a hard stare. “Quincy stay out of it. This isn’t one of the situations you should push your nose into.

“You’re trying to embarrass her!” She growls back.

Jonah’s brow lifted in mockery as his eyes left hers to glower at me. “I don’t have to, she’s already embarrassing herself.”

I sink my teeth into my tongue and don’t stop until I taste the coppery tang of blood.

“Ah,” Jonah starts roughly. “Gain.”

I pull in an inhale and with a small pep talk in my head, I lifted the staff once more. I adjust my grip and plant my feet the way I’ve seen the others do in my former pack. Serena murmurs instructions in my head. Elbows in, center my weight, but my limbs didn’t want to listen. Fear seems to have penetrated too deeply within me. And Jonah doesn’t give me time to even think before he lunges.

A gasp escapes my throat as I barely manage to lift the staff in time. The impact of his jab rattles straight through

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my arms. Pain flares sharply and immediately and I stumble back a step.

“You’re too slow,” Jonah says flatly, eyes hard and cold. He strikes again without warning and I try to block. I really do but my arms suddenly grew weak and the staff slips in my sweaty grip.

His blow knocks it aside with a humiliating ease that made me let out an embarrassed sound. I didn’t even have time to move away before his shoulder slam into my chest.

I hit the ground hard, gasping as air pushes from my lungs brutally. For a second the world blurs at the corners of my eyes. Laughter ripples through the clearing before being cut off by a sharp command.

“Enough,” Quincy snaps.

But Jonah isn’t done.

“Get up,” he orders, looming over me, his shadow blocking the sun from my eyes. I winced.

My chest burns as I drag in air. My hands tremble as I push myself onto my knees. Dirt stains my palms and my clothes. And the eyes, so many of them on me, made me shiver.

‘We try again,’ Serena urges. ‘We won’t fail here. We won’t fail ever again.”

I force myself up and even though my legs are unsteady, I face Jonah. But I barely have time to lift the staff again before he sweeps my legs right out from under me.

I cry out as I fall, this time planting on my side. Pain races through my ribs and Serena quickly goes to heal the area. The staff flies from my hands, rolling across the dirt and coming to a stop far out of reach.

Jonah steps back, breathing steady. He didn’t even look or sound like someone who was tired. “Disarmed,” he announces with an arched brow as if he was surprised I failed so quickly.

My humiliation burns hotter than the pain I feel. My throat tightens, eyes stinging but my wolf…my wolf Serena, she grounds us as she snarls in my head.

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