Adrian's POV
I stare at Selene. Who was barefoot, her hair was wild and looking completely unbothered as she claims she was "attacked" by small rocks.
Hazel looks like she's about to combust.
I, on the other hand, find this... entertaining.
I suppress a laugh and clear my throat. "Selene, are you telling me that pebbles attacked you?"
She nods, completely serious. "Yes. They are dangerous creatures."
I rub my jaw, considering my options. This woman, this self-proclaimed goddess has been nothing but pure chaos since she arrived. Hazel is moments away from strangling her, and honestly, I wouldn't blame her.
Which is why I should step in.
For my wife's sake, of course. Not because I find Selene interesting.
No, definitely not.
I sit up and glance at Hazel. "Let me train her."
Hazel whips her head toward me. "Are you insane?"
"Possibly." I smirk. "But think about it, love. She's too unpredictable. The pack can't function like this. Someone needs to guide her."
Hazel groans, rubbing her temples. "Adrian, she nearly burned down the kitchen today."
"Yes," I agree. "Which is why she needs strict training. And who better to discipline her than me?"
Selene suddenly perks up. "Discipline?" She beams. "I would love to learn more about this 'discipline'!"
Hazel groans louder.
I turn back to my mate, lowering my voice so only she can hear. "Come on, love. I'll make it worth your while."
She raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"
I lean in, letting my lips ghost over her ear. "If you let me train her… I'll spend the entire night worshipping you like the queen you are."
Her breath hitches. I smirk.
She bites her lip, clearly considering it.
Finally, she sighs in defeat. "Fine. But if she burns down the packhouse, it's on you."
I grin. "Deal."
Selene claps her hands. "Hooray! I am being disciplined!"
Hazel groans again.
I lead Selene to the training field, expecting her to be at least a little intimidated.
But she was not.
She struts in like she owns the place, examining the wooden dummies with a critical eye. "Strange statues," she muses. "They do not move. How boring."
"They're training dummies," I correct. "They're for practicing combat."
She hums. "Practice? I do not need practice. I am already powerful."
I cross my arms. "Show me."
She grins. "Gladly."
And then without warning, she lifts her hand and blasts one of the dummies with a glowing energy wave.
The dummy doesn't just fall.
It explodes.
Wood flies everywhere and smoke fills the air. The other warriors training nearby dive for cover.
I blink. "Selene…"
Before I can stop her, she does it again.
She blasted dummy explodes.
I grab her wrist. "Okay, that's enough."
She pouts. "But I am having fun."
I exhale slowly. "Training is about control, not just random destruction."
She tilts her head. "Control?"
"Yes. Which is why I'll be teaching you hand to hand combat first."
She frowns. "That sounds... inconvenient."
"It's called discipline," I say, smirking. "Remember? You wanted to be disciplined."
She brightens. "Ah! Yes! The fun punishment!"
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "It's not punishment."
"Oh." She looks disappointed.
I sigh. "Let's just start."
I just hope everything doesn't get worse than this, I told her pointing to the dummies.
I stand across from Selene, motioning for her to attack. "Come at me."
She hesitates. "I do not wish to harm you."
I raise an eyebrow. "Oh? You think you can?"
She shrugs. "Of course. I am a goddess."
I smirk. "Try me."
She sighs dramatically. "Fine."
And then,she disappears.
One second, she's in front of me. The next, she's behind me.
I barely have time to react before a tiny fist slams into my chest.
I fly backward and crash into a tree.
The impact shakes the branches and the leaves were raining down.
I groan.
Selene claps. "I won!"
I push myself up, rubbing my sore ribs. "You.." I exhale sharply. "You were supposed to hold back."
"Oh," she says cheerfully. "I forgot."
I grit my teeth. "Right. We're definitely starting with control."
Oh dear goddess, how could a mere lady have such mighty strength.
After making it clear that she cannot just vanish mid-battle, we move on to sparring.
She actually listens. For a while.
Then mid-fight, she stops punching me and grabs my face.
I freeze. "What are you doing?"
She squints at me. "You are very symmetrical."
I blink. "What?"
She strokes my cheek. "Your face is nice."
From the sidelines, Hazel shouts, "SELENE, STOP PETTING MY HUSBAND."
"Oh," Selene says, dropping her hands. "Apologies. I got distracted."
I sigh. "Focus, Selene."
"Right!" She bounces back into position. "More hitting, less admiring!"
I glance at Hazel. She's glaring at me.
I hold up my hands in surrender. "I didn't ask her to admire me."
Hazel huffs.
This is going to be a long day.