Chapter 8

Otis's POV

The next day arrived quickly.

I woke up at dawn and went to the kitchen to prepare Conrad's coffee and breakfast.

After a day of rest, all my fatigue was gone. Almost all of my minor injuries had healed and only a few aches and pains from over-exercise remained. These aches and pains were a sign of getting stronger for me. I felt that I had renewed hope. The distance between me and my goal was closing.

I left my note to train at the track next to Conrad's breakfast and coffee and ran towards the track.

The training ground wasn't very far from the Pack House. Soon I entered the building that held all my hopes.

"Otis, come here!"

Marsh, who was standing on the training ground, quickly saw me and pointed in the direction of the young werewolves, "Today we're going to do power combat training. This is a key program for you who lack explosive power, and I hope you can stick with it."

"Beta Marsh, I'll do my best!"

After saying that, I joined the young wolves in the training group. Strength combat training is a kind of training where one person attacks and one person resists, and the one who resists cannot dodge, and then swap attacks and defenses. This kind of training can not only exercise combat skills but also improve explosive power!

"Attack me with all your strength. I think I'm the easiest in a group with you."

The person standing in front of me was a young, thin werewolf. Although his body was on the thin side it was relative to others he was still stronger than me.

He took a defensive stance in front of me, and I could feel the disdain in his eyes as he looked at me.

Looking at his provocative eyes, I punched him in the chest with all my might, but his arm was in front of his chest. The recoil from my fist caused my hand to ache, but that was just the beginning. He blocked almost every one of my attacks, and before long I was not only out of strength, but my palms were all sore. That's when I heard Marsh's voice.

"Exchange."

The young werewolf in front of me instantly changed his stance.

"Now it's my turn to attack, watch out."

I nodded and began to defend, then I heard a gust of wind as the man's right arm zoomed in front of my eyes like a speeding train. I hurriedly put my arm in front of me, and the next moment the force was transmitted through my arm to my whole body.

I took two controlled steps backward. A tingling pain came from my arm.

His strength was much stronger than I expected!

He continued to attack me, and I gritted my teeth as I strained to resist. Sweat slid down my forehead, and my arm trembled.

If I could have dodged, I would have been able to avoid this man's attack, but the rules stated that I could not dodge.

The young werewolf and I exchanged several attacks and defenses after that. I found that my attacks on him were almost useless, as he stood still like a rock. But his attacks on me were very hard for me to deal with.

"Stop for a moment, you guys."

Marsh frowned as he walked towards us and he turned to me.

"This training is a bit too difficult for you, you don't have enough strength or fighting skills to match them. Come with me and I'll train you alone."

"Yes! Beta Marsh, I will take the training seriously." Hearing Marsh's words, I hurriedly followed him.

He was right, I could feel the strength gap between me and the young wolves. It was like I was being beaten unilaterally when I did strength combat training with them.

Soon we arrived at the area where the sandbags for grappling were placed, and Marsh stepped directly in front of me.

"Watch this. You have to use the power of your waist to throw a punch, and you have to throw a punch with your waist to get the maximum effect."

Marsh said as he demonstrated. At the moment he exerted his force, the outline of his muscles became clearer, and the tremendous force attacked on the sandbag, making it sway around almost to detach from the shelf. This kind of power is not known how much stronger than those young wolves.

He showed me how to throw punches, how to block, and how to judge and attack the enemy's weak points in combat. These skills of his were also something that I was simply not exposed to before. It was as if I had opened the door to a new world, and I tried with all my might to memorize those fighting techniques in my mind.

Every move he made showed the strength of his body, and his well-defined muscles made him stand out in the entire training ground, which made me unable to take my eyes off his body.

I felt that the hormones produced by Marsh at this time were so strong that it made me think he had some sex appeal.

Next, it was my turn to attack the sandbag. I did a rough imitation based on those memories, but when my fist landed on the sandbag, it didn't even make it shake.

The gap between me and Marsh was so big, it was like the distance between the bottom of a mountain and its peak.

"Your movement is not right. The power of the waist is not used as you do. Move, I'll adjust your posture." Marsh's voice full of energy rang out.

I followed his instructions to move as he squeezed my right arm to move the distance and adjusted my posture to throw the punch.

I felt his power-filled arm, which made my cheeks turn slightly red, but the next moment I came to my senses to learn carefully what he had taught me. Then I felt him help me adjust my posture so that I could use my power more when I punched.

As the training continued, I could feel my fighting skills improving by leaps and bounds, and I seemed to be getting stronger with the naked eye. I couldn't stop training and I practiced as hard as I could. marsh's arm was also pressed against mine for easy posture adjustment, but the heat from it reached my skin.

I felt an inexplicable feeling emerge in my heart. This was the first time I had been so close to a man full of charm. I could feel my thoughts jumbling and my breathing becoming faster. I was soon drenched in sweat and the feeling of being soaked to the bone made me slightly uncomfortable.

"Beta Marsh, I haven't gotten used to the attacks you taught me. Can you teach me again, Beta Marsh, Mr. Marsh?"

I inquired toward Marsh, but I called out to him several times without getting a response from him.

What was going on? Did he not hear me?

I turned my head in confusion.

I saw Marsh looking at me, his sexy throat knot rolling up and down.

"Sorry, Otis, I just remembered something. What were you talking about?" Seeing me turn my head, a blush appeared on Marsh's face.

Embarrassed, he turned his body away from me and side-stepped to block my view of his body.

"I want you to teach me that attack again," I repeated what I had just said again.

The way Marsh looked as if he was shying away made my heart beat a little faster. He was synonymous with the strength to me, but the Marsh like this now was something I hadn't seen before.

"Yes, of course, no problem," Marsh responded hastily as if he had done something wrong.

Conrad's POV

What kind of woman is she?

After watching Otis's test, I felt particularly annoyed. My heart was very conflicted.

My mind was often filled with the image of her vulnerability and incompetence, but at the same time, I was reminded of her excellent dodging skills. There was a complex and indescribable feeling inside me.

I couldn't stay quietly in the house, I wanted to go out for a walk, maybe into the forest to let me forget these little worries.

I walked out the door, but I didn't expect to see a familiar person as soon as I went out.

Otis? What is she doing here instead of preparing dinner?

Seeing the root cause of my mood, I became more annoyed and could not help but scold her twice. Then I turned around and left. I don't think I want to see her right now.

Soon it was the next day, and after a day of rest my mood became calm, but I didn't see Otis all day today. When I got up in the morning, only breakfast and coffee belonging to me were on the table.

Where did she go?

I picked up my coffee took a sip, and found a note under the cup.

"Sir, breakfast is the special bread you like. I'm going to the training ground to train."

My heart twitched as I looked at the note, and that irritation from yesterday reappeared within me.

She had just left me a note and nothing else. It was like treating a normal job, she just left me breakfast and coffee and left.

The breakfast was not very tasty, I hastily settled the bread and sat on the couch to watch the news, but I could not listen to the news. Otis popped up in my head at random.

What was going on? What the hell was I thinking? What gives that cowardly slave the right to be cared for by me? I don't care about the weak!

I spent the whole morning in this kind of irritation. I felt that I should not go on like this, and after a simple lunch, I went straight to the training ground.

I just went to see the warriors training and stop by to see what Otis was doing. I couldn't let her continue to stick with her previous laziness and cowardice.

I said this to myself in my mind.

Following the familiar path, I arrived at the place where I was standing yesterday, just in time to see Otis and Marsh who were training.

Marsh was standing behind Otis. His arm was pressed against Otis' arm and he seemed to be instructing her in the practice.

I looked at their hands pressed together and suddenly felt a tingling sensation, as if I had something stuck inside my throat. My wolf Carl fidgeted.

Don't stand here, Conrad! Get up there and stop them! Otis shouldn't be so close to your Beta!"

Carl snarled, and I frowned.

They were training normally. It's a normal thing to have physical contact in training!

But you're jealous!

I'm not jealous of that weak slave! You're just talking crazy!

Suddenly I see Marsh reaching out his hand, he looks as if he's trying to adjust Otis' position at the waist, and his hand is already on her skin!

This f**king guy!

I walked quickly towards them.

"Marsh, come here."

"What, Conrad? Did something happen?"

Marsh looked surprised to hear my voice, he didn't seem to expect me to come here to this event.

"How is Otis's training progressing?"

I asked with a cold face toward him, suppressing the fire in my heart.

"Otis is training very carefully. Her speed is good, but her strength and explosive power are still lacking. She needs more training." Marsh pointed to the sandbags, "I'm leading her through some basic training and teaching her some basic fighting techniques."

"You can just instruct her with words. Don't touch her. I'm worried that you'll be influenced by her to become a coward as well."