The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239

I trail behind her until she reaches her place at the forefront of the training group, where a crowd has already begun to gather around us. This moment is bound to be humiliating for her, especially since she’s the lead trainer here. But sometimes, a little humility is necessary to keep egos in check.

We stand face to face, and she wears an unreadable expression. That’s curious. Until now, I’ve only observed her fighting from a distance, carefully avoiding interfering with the other warriors. She lifts her fists, signaling that she’s ready to begin, and I respond with a slow nod. She gets the first strike—patience is one of my virtues.

Without hesitation, she darts forward. Her speed catches me off guard for a split second, but then the familiar cross and jab come at me. I manage to dodge the first blow, but the second one lands squarely on my cheek, sending a sharp sting through my face. She steps back, giving me a moment to recover, and I hold my ground. I can’t help but admire her skill, even if I’m reluctant to admit it. Still, she’ll have to step up her game to actually beat me.

She attacks again, this time from my left side. I anticipate her usual double strike and evade both with ease, but then her leg sweeps out, catching my front leg. We both fall, rolling across the ground as we struggle for dominance. She regains her balance first, dropping to one knee. With a swift backhand from her left, she strikes me, then wraps her strong right arm around my neck. I lurch forward, flipping her onto her back right in front of me.

She twists away from my punch and slips behind me once more, now standing. Her knee presses firmly into my back as her arm snakes around my neck again. She’s smaller than I am, so this position is more about buying time than overpowering me. I could flip her over my shoulder all day if I wanted. Reaching behind me, I grab her leg and pull her body forward. But as she comes around, she jams the base of her palm into my nose with a sharp force that dislocates it. Blood sprays across us both. It’s a brutal move, but effective. My vision blurs, and just before I hit the ground, I feel a kick to my chest. I’m flipped onto my stomach, one arm pinned behind my back, and her knee presses hard against my cheek.

Laughter bursts out from the crowd, mixed with teasing shouts of “Rookie!” echoing all around me. I should feel angry. And I admit, there’s a flicker of irritation that her reckless move actually worked—but that’s on me. I’ll need to study her moves more carefully and come back stronger.

She smirks and taunts, “You alright, Rookie?” I roll my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh as I push myself up from the ground. Slowly, I turn around and brush the dirt off my clothes.

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