Chapter 92: Unforgotten
Sweat dripped from Zayn’s forehead as he circled Ezra on the training grounds. The morning sun was harsh, their shadows dancing across the packed dirt. A crowd of warriors had gathered to watch their Alpha and Beta spar, a daily ritual that had grown in intensity lately.
“Come on,” Zayn growled, gesturing for Ezra to attack. “Stop holding back.”
Ezra lunged forward, throwing a punch that Zayn easily dodged. He countered with a swift kick to Ezra’s side, sending him stumbling.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Zayn taunted, his eyes narrowing. Something dark stirred inside him, a restless energy that had been building for days.
Ezra recovered quickly, feinting left before landing a solid hit to Zayn’s jaw. The Alpha staggered backward, a hint of a smile crossing his face as he tasted blood.
“Better,” Zayn said, spitting red onto the ground.
The spectators murmured as the intensity increased. This wasn’t their usual training session. There was something primal, something dangerous in their Alpha’s movements today.
Zayn rushed forward, tackling Ezra to the ground. He pinned his Beta down, pressing against Ezra’s throat. Ezra struggled, tapping Zayn’s arm to signal submission. But Zayn didn’t release him.
“Al...Alpha,” Ezra choked out, his face reddening. “Zayn!”
Something in Ezra’s desperate voice snapped Zayn back to reality. He blinked, suddenly aware of his actions. He immediately released his grip and staggered back, horror washing over his face.
“Shit,” Zayn cursed under his breath, extending a hand to help Ezra up.
Ezra took a moment to catch his breath before accepting Zayn’s hand. “Everyone, training’s over,” he called out to the onlookers, who began to disperse, whispering among themselves.