"Spread your legs" the Master of Arms barked.

"Oh, I bet you would love that" I bit back despite following his instructions.

"That mouth of yours Miss Genesis" he huffed, while circling my figure and assessing my stance.

"Is dirty and skilled" I smirked, amused at how easy it is to taunt him.

"You really just walk right into them" I laughed a bit, before wiping beads of sweat from my forehead.

He did not look amused as usual, but a slight quirk of his eyebrow told me that he wasn't as angry as he let on.

"Your oral skills will be of no use to the pack, and that may be the only area you're skilled in"  he piped back hitting my back with a cane.

"My sexual skills go far beyond oral Master of Arms" I whispered flirtatiously.

The look on his face made me burst in laughter.

"Easy boy"

I had been in preliminary training to be ranked for a few days and I quickly took to entertaining myself through the Master of Arms.

Armani has mention the Master of Arms Macau a few times since I've been here, and he has definitely lived up to the description of brutality that he got.

What a man he was, impressive. In another world maybe he would have had my legs shivering at his dominance and prestige but my wolf craved more. I craved more.

His golden tattoo wrapped around his bicep like a badge of honor, it glisten with sweat and I couldn't help but appreciate him.

But that was all it was, appreciation.

Though vigorous and immensely painful, his training allowed me time outside of my mind and of course sharpen my skills.

"That's enough for the day." he said curtly throwing a towel in my direction.

"You'll train for 1 more week before your preliminary ranking assessment, let's hope you're not so sloppy by then"

"Master of Arms, are you purposely teasing me?" I laughed. "Because I can most definitely show you what else is slo-"

Before I could finish that sentence his hands had stuck out to strike me but I side stepped just in time.

"If you wanted to touch me so badly you could've just asked master"

He advanced, striking me with precision across the face.

"You like it rough, so do I"

My taunting only stopped when we were full on sparring. The Master of Arms made it quite evident why he held his title.

Our sweaty bodies clashed together in a frenzy of sharp jabs and punches, or wolves just beneath the surface but not making their presence known.

He was a big man, over 6 feet tall with bulky muscles that were not just for show.

A mixture of blood and saliva trickled down my chin as he landed a solid blow to my cheek.

Without giving myself enough time to react to the scorching of my face, I aimed my fists directly at his right eye then at his nose. This slowed him down just enough for me hook my hand around his neck and swipe my foot under his feet.

Bad idea.

Underestimating both the weight of this man and my energy levels without the assistance of my wolf made us both crumble to the floor.

Our harsh breaths and the metallic scent of our blood coated the training room.

"A female has never brought me down before" he commented.

Before I could make a witty comeback he raised his finger signaling me to shut up.

"Granted that the execution was less that perfect, you held your own" his stoic expression gave nothing away but I knew he was pleased.

"You're dismissed. Get some rest, we don't want you showing up for your first official Sunday dinner looking like that" he muttered.

"Thanks boss, but resting is not atop my priorities at the moment"

I grabbed my stuff and left.

Reaching my wing, I made a beeline for the shower wanting to freshen up as quick as possible and make my way to the store.

Having abandoned it since the very first day here I realize that there are still a few things I need to put in place regardless of the fact that I would have to postpone the opening.

"Ah shit" I whispered to myself while inspecting the tender ness and the forming bruise left in place as a result of the Master of Arm's right hook.

Definitely not good for the brand.

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"I keep telling you to knock Armani" rolling my eyes at the kid laid out on my bed.

Selecting a pair of loose shorts and a T-shirt I instructed him to turn around while I got changed.

"Never have I ever seen you look like a bum, what gives?" he asked regarding my choice of clothes in disdain.

Heading for the door I didn't grace him with an answer as he followed close behind.

"Where are we going?" He asked falling into step.

After informing him of where we would be heading he stopped in his tracks looking at me appalled.

"Are you seriously going out looking like-" stopping mid sentence I watched his face contort into a state of shock.

I felt the throbbing where his eyes were directed and could already tell that my face had swollen or is currently swelling.

"Don't make a big deal dummy" I rolled my eyes in disbelief that of all the things this would be what it would takes to freak him out.

"Oh it's not me who you should be worrying about Genesis" he said in an almost scolding tone.

"Amir is gonna freak the f-"

"Don't you dare finish that Armani" I growled.

"Freak out, he's gonna freak out" he caught him self.

Rolling my eyes I continued towards the door hoping he'd get the hint and follow.

"Then we'll just not tell the King" I said almost mockingly.

"Not tell the king what exactly, Genesis?"

Damnit.

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Here we go again. I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you all enjoy reading it.

I appreciate you all so much 🤍