Alpha Xander's Undoing Chasing my Unknown Mate Back novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Chapter 110

*Rory*

“I heard we have a new stray.”

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Mona’s whisper brushed my ear as we crossed the training field, her tone threaded with equal parts curiosity. and mischief. The morning was cool enough that my breath showed when I exhaled, the air carrying the crisp tang of burnt metal–the smell that always followed Vallin’s element classes.

I frowned at her. “Stray?”

“That’s what they’re calling him,” she said, looping her arm through mine like she always did when she wanted front–row gossip access. “He just showed up at the gates this morning. Said he came to join the Academy.”

“Who does that?” I muttered. “After everything?”

“Apparently,” Mona said, eyes glinting, “a Sky wolf.”

That caught me off guard. Sky wolves were rare–almost mythic. Most had either gone into hiding or been killed when the Venatorum started hunting gifted wolves. And for one to walk right into the Academy voluntarily, after months of blood and rebuilding? Either he was brave… or reckless.

Maybe both.

We stopped at the edge of the field where a loose circle of students had already gathered. The air hummed with low chatter and shifting energy. Dhara stood near Vallin at the center, arms crossed, her usual unflappable calm laced with something colder–suspicion, maybe. Vallin’s tone carried easily as he addressed the group.

“This is Castor,” he said. “A Sky wolf who’s asked to train under our new curriculum. He’s been surviving on his own for a few years and brings experience from outside Packland governance.”

Castor lifted his chin slightly, acknowledging the murmurs with the faintest trace of a smirk. He looked too calm for someone standing in front of fifty skeptical wolves. His hair caught the light–dark with streaks of silver near the temples–and his eyes were a clear, impossible gray, sharp as stormlight through glass.

If Dhara didn’t like him, she didn’t try to hide it.

“Why come here?” she asked, voice steady but cool. “Most rogues prefer freedom to rules.”

He met her gaze, unbothered. “Freedom’s only worth something if you live long enough to use it.”

Some students chuckled nervously. Dhara didn’t.

“You’ll find this place has rules for a reason,” she said.

He tilted his head, a faint smile playing at his mouth. “Good thing I’m a fast learner.”

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“Good thing I’m a patient teacher,” she shot back.

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Vallin, standing between them, looked faintly amused–though I could tell he was gauging the tension carefully. “We’ll see how fast both of you learn. Dhara, since you’re leading the intermediate combat groups this week, you’ll take him through the basics.”

Her jaw tightened a fraction. “Understood.”

Castor gave a low, mock bow. “Looking forward to it, instructor.”

I leaned toward Mona. “This is going to be fun.”

“Fun,” she whispered, “is not the word I’d use.”

The class dispersed into smaller sparring groups, though most of us stayed within earshot of the new guy. Dhara had a presence that drew attention, and Castor… well, he had the kind of arrogance that fed on it.

They began slow. Dhara circled him, her movements clean and precise, the heat from her palms flickering faintly as she tested his footing. He followed her rhythm without flinching, the air around him shifting in a faint swirl. The breeze seemed to follow him like a loyal dog.

“Sky wolves,” Mona muttered beside me, shaking her head. “Always showing off.”

Dhara struck first–an elegant, controlled arc of flame. He sidestepped effortlessly, the gust from his movement snuffing the fire before it reached him.

He didn’t retaliate immediately, which was almost worse. He just waited, watching, measuring her like he was memorizing every movement. When she came at him again, he moved faster. The air thickened, caught, then reversed. Wind slammed into her side–not enough to hurt, but enough to make her stumble.

Dhara caught herself, narrowed her eyes, and reignited her palm. “Cute trick,” she said.

“Thanks,” he replied easily. “You can borrow it if you ask nicely.”

Flame licked higher around her fingers. “You talk too much.”

“People tell me that a lot,” he said, stepping closer. “They stop when I win.”

The onlookers ooh’d like this was a show. Mona groaned quietly, already predicting Dhara’s expression.

When she struck again, the wind twisted around them both. Castor countered with a current so fast it blurred the edges of his shape. For a heartbeat, the air shimmered between them, flame and gust locked in balance, neither overpowering the other.

Then Dhara shifted her weight, grounding her stance, and the heat surged. The burst of air met the flame head–on, exploding in a crack of light and smoke.

The crowd jumped back as sparks rained across the training field.

When it cleared, Dhara was standing, chest heaving but steady. Castor was crouched, one knee pressed into the dirt, his smirk stubbornly intact.

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“I yield,” he said, breathless but grinning. “Only because I hate ash in

my

hair,”

“You’ll get used to it,” she replied, brushing soot from her sleeve.

Vallin clapped once, the sound carrying across the field. “Good enough. I think we’ll call that round a draw before you burn down my Academy again.”

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