I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 194: Training pt 1

~Odette~

"What’s with you? Why are you still up and dressed to kill?" Ambrose stretched before rising from the bed. "Weren’t you up late with the witches? Did the spell not work?"

"No, the spell worked better than expected." I answered. "I’m going to train with you and the soldiers today."

Ambrose looked at me a little surprised, I mean this was out of the blue and I haven’t been bothered to be a part of the training for the warriors.

"Perfect." His eyes sparkled with menace as he plotted today’s training.

We ate breakfast our together and I told him about the spell and how it went before we headed out to the field.

It was 4am and the sun hadn’t even begun its peek into the sky.

"The nights have started getting longer." Ambrose noticed.

"I know. It seems his power is growing; the world is slowly growing darker."

"I mean, he is the DarkChild..." Ambrose teased, lightening the mood.

The training yard behind the palace was already loud before we got there.

Swords clashed. A low snarl ripped through the air followed by a sharp hiss. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.

On the left side of the yard, the vampires stood in dark training clothes. On the right, the shifters stretched and rolled their shoulders, their energy restless and physical.

I witnessed with my own two eyes what father and Ambrose had been worried about.

"You think the tension is thick now, you should have seen it when we started training together." He chuckled seeing my dissatisfied face.

I was pissed. They were supposed to be training together. But no... Instead, they were circling each other like predators forced into the same den.

A shifter shoved a vampire aside during a paired drill. "Watch your footing, bloodsucker."

The vampire girl hissed and bared her fangs. "Perhaps if you didn’t stomp like a clumsy dog..."

A growl tore through the yard. It was Ambrose.

That was when the wind shifted.

A sharp gust blasted between them.

Every head turned.

The shifters all instantly dropped to one knee, in respect.

I stood at the edge of the yard, black training gear fitted close to my frame, silver hair pulled high and tight. The air around her charged as if waiting for a violent explosion.

Ambrose leaned against a wooden post nearby, arms folded across his chest, watching. Smiling. Pleased with this.

I looked at the divided formation once.

"Are you finished?" I asked calmy, too calm.

No one answered.

I stepped forward.

"Good. Because we’re starting over."

"With respect, princess, they..." the vampire girl started but she never finished.

I summoned the wind and punched her in the chest with it. I sent her skidding back ten feet across the gravel.

Silence dropped like a curtain. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

I didn’t raise her voice. "I am queen here, do well to remember my current title. I may not be my mother, but I am the daughter of a goddess and Luna Queen to all the shifters. I won’t warn you again." My threat was final. I couldn’t have the vampires seeing me as their darling freak of a princess anymore. I was a queen now.

The vampire gulped and nodded. "Apologies Luna Queen."

I nodded and turned to the two groups.

"I will only way this once. In front of me, you will not blame each other. You will not insult each other. You will not provoke each other. And you will not walk into battle divided. If you cannot train together, none of us will survive."

Another vampire stepped forward. "We do not move the same. They’re brute force."

I flicked fingers.

I lifted vampire clean off the ground, suspended midair by invisible pressure. His eyes widened in surprise.

"You’re right we don’t."

"And you," I said, turning ny head slightly toward the shifters, "are predictable."

The vampire lowered gently back to his feet.

"Today," I continued, "You will learn to compensate for your short comings and you will learn to fucking cooperate as a team."

I stepped into the center of the yard. My fury controlled, and I commanded the air around us like I owned it. They all felt my charged raw power emanating, their response made it obvious.

"You will all face me." Both groups exchanged looks of confusion and concern. "Split into mixed pairs. One vampire. One shifter. Now."

They obeyed without hesitation, but displeasure was written all over their faces.

I watched their posture, stiff shoulders, tight jaws.

"First drill," I said. "Speed and control."

I extended one hand.

The air thickened.

Then she moved.

In a blink, I was in front of the first pair. The shifter swung at me instinctively lacking focus or any real direction, just raw strength.

Summoning the wind, I caught his wrist mid-punch.

I twisted, not touching him, and telekinetic force redirecting his momentum. He spun past me, stumbling forward. The vampire partner attempted to capitalize, lunging in.

I vanished, moving sideways in a blur of air displacement.

"Too slow," I mocked.

A gust of wind knocked them both off balance.

"Next."

They reset.

This time the vampire moved first, darting in with precise strikes while the shifter followed with a heavy sweep meant to corner me.

I jumped.

The air beneath my feet compressed and launched myself upward. I rotated midair, sending a downward pulse that shoved them apart.

"You are not coordinating," I said sharply.

I lifted both of them two feet off the ground with a tightening invisible grip.

"When one advances, the other traps. When one commits, the other anticipates."

I dropped them.

"Next."

They tried.

I dismantled them.

A telekinetic tug disrupted balance. My crosswinds stole footing. My shifts in pressure redirected punches.

Over and over, I stepped between claws and fangs without ever really striking back physically.

Across the yard, Ambrose’s mouth curved slightly.

I moved to the next pair.

This time I didn’t wait.

I clapped once and a violent spiral of wind erupted from the center of the yard, forcing everyone into defensive stances.

"Group exercise," I called.

She lifted twenty wooden spears from a nearby rack with a sweep of her arm. They hovered in a circle around her.

"You will reach me."

The spears shot outward.

Vampires ducked and weaved with quick precision. Shifters batted them aside with brute force. But the moment one broke formation, I redirected the air around them.

A shifter leapt upward.

I changed the wind’s direction midair. He twisted awkwardly and landed off balance.

A vampire attempted to flank me from behind.

The air compressed like a wall. She rebounded off it with a startled curse.

"Use each other!" I commanded.

"They move heavier," I added sharply toward the vampires.

"And you," I barked toward the shifters, "stop charging without coverage!"

Two finally synced up, the vampire low, the shifter high. The vampire darted in fast, forcing me to pivot.

The shifter came from my blind side.

I smiled slightly.

The air snapped.

Both were lifted simultaneously and deposited ten feet away in a controlled drop.

"Better,"