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“In context of the present title, correct,”Milo reasoned.“But in my mind, you’re already a queen, Willow.”
“Was this guy born to be a smooth fucking talker?!”Saint was back for the third time and that had Onyx, Jayce, Neo, and Viktor groaning.
“GO FUCKING PRAY!”Onyx exclaimed in annoyance.
“Please Heavenly Goddess of the Moon, bless me with smooth-talking abilities so I can take our Blossoming-Rebel-Sugar-Sweetness-Princess-to-Queen-Beta on a date and leave the others behind, Ame-AH! Dimitris! You did not send a shock to my cock! I’m wearing white dammit. Ahhhh!”
I was giggling now as we all seemed to leave the pack convo, but Dimitris’s voice softly flowed into my mind.“Train hard, Beta Everlasting.”
I smiled so big that it hurt my cheeks.
Neo finally lowered me back down, his arm easily hooking around my waist to keep me close as he looked over to Milo.
“Are you up to doing a round with Sweetness?”
“Sure.” Milo cracked his neck. “Shall we dance, princess?”
I smirked and turned to give Neo a kiss on his cheek before walking over to Milo.
“Don’t cry if I step on your feet a few times,” I playfully hummed. "I’m bad at dancing.”
“That’s not what Saint said,” Milo noted which had me blushing just slightly before I huffed.
“What’s that playboy of a Dark Lord telling y’all?”
“That he needs to slide into your DMs and whisk you up for a date back at the club,” Neo stated as he walked over to where Viktor was standing with the sheet of paper now in his grasp once more. “Get training. I’ll start practicing these symbols. Viktor can be the referee.”
“You’re not even giving me a choice.” Viktor nodded which made Neo smile.
Something he’d been doing so much lately.
“If I did, you’d say it’s your duty as her Master to observe her performance so you know what training plan you need to create in her favor,” Neo casually explained even though he was right on point with his assumption.
“Truth,” Milo and I said in unison and then began to laugh.
“Whoever loses has to do a thousand push-ups,” Viktor grumbled.
“A THOUSAND?!” we gasped and looked at him before I added, “Tame your hatred.”
He rolled his eyes but got into position on the side of the training space.
“Whoever can’t fight any longer loses. No shifting, but your wolf is allowed to empower you if you feel the need. Don’t get too bloody.” Viktor laid out all the rules. “Get into your stances.”
Since we were already barefoot, all Milo did was slip out of his sweatpants which left him in just his boxers.
I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was obviously checking him out, noticing that he was still rather fit overall even though he’d dealt with the traumatic experience involving the Vile Queen’s sanctuary of torture.
Even though he surely carried the ability to cover his scars, they were clear in various color variations. Some were as black as the night while others reminded me of a light coffee shade. A part of me felt sad that he’d had to endure so much and was somehow still willing to not only aid us in our goals but had helped us in different avenues we wouldn’t have been able to get assistance for if he didn’t have so much knowledge and fae energy.
“You sure fighting won’t leave you empty, Milo?” I had to ask as we got into position, opposing each other.
“I’m fine, princess,” he whispered with a compassionate expression that made my heart swell. “Don’t hold back. I want to see what you’re made of.”
“Okay…” I was a bit nervous because I didn’t want to hurt him, but if he said it was okay, I’d see what he was made of. I really needed these training sessions because I knew I’d be a tad rusty after not keeping up with my routine for so long.
“I mean it, Willow.” Milo’s voice was lower as he got into his stance.
I let out a long exhale before I got into my position. “Got it.”
