Page 111 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

They all obey, although one of them has the cheek to pause for a moment and speak. “If we train well, do we get to meet her?”

“No.”

“Oh, man.”

I shake my head as everyone gets back to their drills. I don’t want to let her back in, but I still can’t deny that she’s the only one I can imagine as the future Luna of this pack. The only one I’d want by my side. It’s her or no one, and I can’t seem to bring myself to clarify that we aren’t together.

“Want to spar, Alpha?” Anthony asks. He’s in his early thirties, and he became head trainer not long ago, when our last head trainer was killed in the same attack as Mom.

I nod. “Sure.”

“Hopefully the Deimos King will go easy on me,” he answers with a grin.

I stretch, rolling my neck before I fall into position. “Let’s see what you got.”

An hour later, I’m out of breath. He’s good; even if I’m faster and stronger, he held up well. I rotated between a few of the others, not taking a break until now.

“Alright, take five!” Anthony says to the group. He and I had just ended another round.

I step back, wiping my face with my sweatband. I’m sweating. The sun is up, and the weather is getting warm. “We haven’t sparred in ages, you…” He trails off just as I sense her.

Before I even glance over my shoulder, everyone’s attention has already shifted to somewhere behind me. I turn to see Sienna, dressed in baggy sweats that only accentuate her tiny waist and a baggy crop top that is off one shoulder. Her hair is up in a messy bun; the sunshine causing the tips to glow a vivid red.

My attention falls to what she’s holding: a large tray with two large bowls and a ton of bottles of what looks like shakes.

The smell of brownies, nuts and honey reaches my nose. I hadn’t seen anyone in the kitchen on my way out; she must have been the one making the brownies, not Grandma.

So, she made them for the warriors.

“Hi… Hope I’m not intruding; I wanted to introduce myself and bring a little snack for your break,” she says with a tilt of her head and one of her gorgeous smiles. Her grey eyes are sparkling as she looks at everyone.

“Whoa…”

“Damn…”

“Oh wow, Luna, thank you, but you didn’t need to!” Anthony is the first to actually move, as he rushes to take the tray from her.

“You made these?” someone else asks.

“Sienna Rossi, right?”

“Yes, what’s your name?”

“Corbyn. Damn, these are delicious!”

I stand there as the group clusters around her. I notice staff members are carrying similar trays to the other training fields.

“The Alpha wasn’t wrong, you’re gorgeous!” one of the women says, taking what looks like a protein ball.

What time was she even up?

“Oh my Goddess, these are fucking divine! Did you make these?”

“The brownies… Damn! Just like Luna Scarlett’s! A fine baker!”

I stand there, no longer able to see her amongst the crowd, while the warriors compliment her treats and chatter away.

After a moment, one of the men looks over at me, stepping back so I can see her side profile again. “Alpha, want some before they finish? They’re really delicious, and they’re full of protein. I can already feel the energy return.”