The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 283 [Third-Person's POV] Evelyn had lost count of the number of times her curled fist connected with the hanging punching bag. The first few times were fine, having been shown the proper form. However, after the tenth time, she was really beginning to feel the burn in various parts of her body. Her joints were aching and she was beginning to feel a thin sheen of sweat cover her skin. "Jesus Christ," she heaved under her breath. When Evelyn had first approached Erik and Thomas about their earlier offer to train her, she was entirely sure what was in store for her.

Both men greeted her with a smile that instantly grew the moment they realized she wasn't wearing the mask. "It's nice to see you again," Erik said. "So, I've given your offer a lot of thought and I've realized that it would be beneficial for me to at least learn how to defend myself should the occasion ever call for it," she said, feeling a bit sheepish. Thomas nodded his head in agreement. "Great!

We're actually headed over to one of the training tents now." "How about you tag along and sit on a few of the sessions?" ---- Evelyn eagerly nodded and followed behind the two men, wanting to keep out of the way as much as possible. Over the next few hours, she had fallen into what felt like a mindless trance as over half a dozen of Alexander's soldiers showed off their individual fighting skills and techniques. Occasionally, either Thomas or Erik would check in on her or ask if she believed she could mimic any of the moves she was seeing. "|...

honestly don't know." At times it was rather difficult to watch. Most of the men were as large as Alexander and had a tendency to use all of their weight to throw either a punch or literally throw their opponent across the mat. Most of them moved with a swift, effortless agility that made her question herself. What the hell am | doing here? | can't fight like this. The second she stood up to leave, Erik noticed and quickly called her out. "What do you, Luna? Wanna give it a go?" he asked with an encouraging grin.

"Erik...From what I've seen, | really don't think that | can do what you all can do," she admitted. "Maybe this was just a mistake-" ---- "l assure you, Evelyn, it's not a mistake," Thomas said. "Why don't we start out on, at least, showing you the proper way to throw a punch?" | dragged myself over to one of the training mats and waited for further instruction. Erik came up behind me and rested his hands on my shoulders. "Imagine your opponent is in front of you, right?" | nodded. He slowly maneuvered my body to an offset angle, drawing back my right shoulder and arm.

"When you curl your hand, remember to never tuck your thumb in. You could easily end up breaking it." "Noted." "Alright, now as you bend your elbow you're going to draw up your arm and keep it leveled with your shoulder. Now, as you get ready to throw the punch, I want you to keep this form as much as possible. Understand?" "If you lose the tension in your muscles then chances are you're opening yourself up for an easy attack," Thomas added. "Form is everything. Losing your form is like losing control." "Throw the punch," Erik said.

She'd clearly overestimated the amount of force she had put behind the punch, because the moment Evelyn threw her arm out she almost toppled over. Oh God. Her face flushed with ---- embarrassment. Could she seriously not throw a decent punch correctly? At least Erik and Thomas were kind enough to spare her any humiliating laughter. Instead, she was strangely met with approving nods.