My Alpha's Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance

63. Zarian’s Training

I had managed to secure myself a small room and bathroom at the new inn, which was called The White Mist. The inn owner had simply given me a once over before telling me he expected me to pay the rent on every full moon. He warned me that if I was even a day late, he would boot me, and so I had paid for six months in advance, which appeased him greatly.

The room was nice and clean, with simple furnishing and an adjoining bathroom. It was warm too.

I had gotten all my things brought over for me. I had placed the keys to the cabin with a small note into an envelope and I had left it on the table at the cabin.

That moment had felt like a resolution. When I had left my childhood home, I had promised to be strong, yet I had fallen so deeply into things with Theon that I once again let my heart be broken. Losing sight of what I wanted.

It still hurt, every night he lingered on my mind; his gaze, his touch, the comfort and emotions he awakened within me, but I refused to let it overpower me.

The following day after securing my room I had gone for my uniform fitting. The Zeta rank wore a dark grey uniform with black accents to it. None of the standard sizes fitted me and so the tailor had told me to come back to collect it in three days’ time.

It had now been four days since the day Zarian had agreed to train me, and he did so every day. Sticking to his words and the only promise he had asked of me was to stay committed.

“Again.” His smooth voice came as I breathed heavily, I was bent over on all fours, fighting the fatigue that consumed me

Zarian may not be a warrior, but he knew how to push me to my limits until my body screamed for reprieve. He was good with weapons and with his element, using them both together in a way that intrigued me greatly. I wondered what he was back in his own kingdom, or what he once was long ago. He was a mystery that I knew nothing of.

There were two training sessions, the morning one was lighter, and I was able to function after, but the evening training was far more extreme, leaving me exhausted. It required trust and when Zarian had asked me that first session if I trusted him, I had said yes. I had to because when he was done, I often held no power to even move.

Right now was the evening session, and we were far away from the safety of the walls of Westerfell as Zarian stood over me, arms crossed as he stared down at me. His wind element whipping around him powerfully, and I could feel it swirling around me. There were eight elements; wind, water, fire, earth, ice, lightning, shadow, and light. Each one powerful in its own right. 1 “What’s wrong? Feeling useless?” His hard, cold voice came as I struggled to pick myself up.

Emotion.

It wasn’t even our second lesson when he realised that only when I was emotional could I call forth my powers, and I had managed to do so in last night’s session. But it was only a small display of power, similar to the ice I had created in the hidden area of the castle.

“I’m not useless.” I said coldly. “Really? Then why are you not beta? Why were you unable to keep your rank? You really are a disappointment.”

I knew what he was doing, he was trying to trigger me off, but even then, it did hurt. I could handle insults.

to bow my head before him. He crouched before me, taking hold of

did Theon of Westerfell cast you aside? Even he did not want you. Tell me my beautiful

crushing reminder of Theon’s betrayal rushed through me. “You were nothing more than something to use and cast aside, if he really cared, he wouldn’t have left you… But that is all you

of his power was

before a fae. I wonder what your parents would think Would they be disappointed in the daughter they had high hopes

I glared at him. A sudden painful pull ripped through my

with scorn. “You can’t even withstand the small amount of my powers that any wolf

I’m not weak

you, no one wants such a weak woman by their side.” I wasn’t weak

“Trash.”

foolish to fall for Theon, but I am not worthless! I am worth more, far more. A man’s opinion counts for nothing!” I snapped pushing against his power, my patience snapping. Using all my will I managed to stand up, pushing his powers

knocked him off his feet and I felt the temperature drop. Looking at the ground I saw the ice spreading from beneath my feet and out across the ground. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Zarian regain his balance, crouched on the ground holding his stance as I felt my anger swirling

was going to hurt

there was a layer of ice covering the ground. I suddenly felt as if I had been hit by a huge boulder, feeling exhausted, the agony in my stomach easing up and I fell to my knees, shaking. Zarian waved his hand getting rid of his own barrier created by his element and stepping

do you

voice coming out as a

face, feeling drained. “Where are you drawing your powers from?” He asked, crouching in front of me as

nodded, “And do you feel it spread through you when you summon it? “Summon? No… I just feel a pull

a look at your stomach?” I nodded, reaching for my shirt with shaking hands when I realised, I was wearing a corset. “Allow me.” Zarian said, and reaching over he began to undo my corset. I knew if I wasn’t feeling so exhausted, I would feel very self-conscious but I didn’t. Once he had removed it, he pulled my shirt

hand on my stomach, closing his eyes and I felt pressure in my stomach. He glanced up at me, as

“Does that hurt?”

my head. “It just feels like

“Great, now I’m a malfunctioning hybrid too.” I sighed unable to

he looked up

are anything but malfunctioning, it’s almost as if something is blocking you from using

a seal?” Wasn’t that the same issue that Charlene was having? “Yes, which makes

Charlene and Theon. Oh and maybe Madelia, one of the royal mages. She saw I could withstand a very low temperature.” “Make sure you don’t tell anyone further, at least until I find some answers.” He said brushing his fingers down my stomach, making a tingles of pleasure

didn’t feel angry.