Chapter 11
Vanya
From the way Wilde moved, fast and fluid like a beast barely restrained by skin, it didn’t look like he had a single weakness. And if he did, I wasn’t going to find it anytime soon.
The moment the academic classes ended, we were marched straight to the training grounds—no breaks, no breathers. Just blood, sweat, and chaos.
It was like a damn ritual. Shirts flew off like they weighed a hundred pounds, weapons clashed in the air, fists slammed into the dirt. Some fought barehanded, others with blades, staffs, ropes—even claws. The testosterone was thick enough to choke on, the growls and grunts echoing across the open field. I watched them move with a kind of brutal elegance. Jujutsu, MMA, knife combat… every Alpha here had a specialty. And every one of them fought like
