Fated reborn - Chapter 282: Chapter 282
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Luciano's Pov.
I woke up the next morning before the sun even touched the sky. My body was sore as hell, muscles tight, ribs aching from the fight with Jax, but I didn’t care. I rolled out of bed, stretched my arms over my head, and cracked my neck. The training ground was waiting, and I wasn’t about to waste another damn second.
I threw on a pair of sweats, pulled a hoodie over my head, and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out. The air was crisp, that early morning kind of cold that bit at my skin, but it helped wake me up. The pack house was still quiet, most of them still asleep. Good. I didn’t need any distractions.
By the time I reached the training ground, the sun was just starting to rise. The sky was a soft orange, fading into blue. It would’ve been peaceful if I wasn’t already running through every mistake I made last night in my head.
I let my wolf out too soon. That was my biggest mistake. I was strong, yeah, but that wasn’t the point. Elias wanted me to train without my wolf, to be strong even when I couldn’t shift. And I had ignored that. Let frustration get the best of me.
I wasn’t gonna make that mistake again.
I started with simple drills, running laps around the training ground to get my blood moving. My legs felt heavy at first, like lead, but after a few minutes, they loosened up. The cold air burned my lungs, sweat already forming at the back of my neck.
I pushed harder.
I ran until my legs burned, until my breath came in sharp bursts. Then I dropped to the ground and started push-ups. Each rep, I felt the strain in my arms, my shoulders, my core tightening with the effort.
I didn’t stop.
Not when my arms started shaking. Not when my breath turned ragged.
I kept going.
Because I wasn’t about to be the guy they whispered about.
I wasn’t gonna be the weak Alpha.
By the time I finished, my body was screaming at me, but I ignored it. I grabbed the water bottle, took a long sip, and moved on to weight training.
I lifted. Again and again, muscles burning, sweat dripping down my face. I focused on every motion, every rep.
No one was out here yet. Just me.
And that was fine.
I didn’t need an audience.
I just needed to get better.
After an hour, I finally dropped onto the bench, rolling my shoulders back, trying to catch my breath. My hoodie was soaked, sweat clinging to my skin, but I felt good. The soreness was still there, but it was the kind of pain that reminded me I was getting stronger.
Then I heard footsteps.
I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. The energy in the air shifted, familiar. Controlled.
Elias.
He stepped onto the training ground like he owned the place, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning over everything before they landed on me.
I stayed where I was, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there. Watching.
Then he sighed. “You done feeling sorry for yourself?”
I tensed. “I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself.”
“Right.” He stepped closer, dropping onto the bench across from me. “So last night, that wasn’t you getting all in your head?”
I clenched my jaw, looking away. “I did what I had to do.”
Elias let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Nah. You did what you *wanted* to do. There’s a difference.”
I didn’t respond.
Because he was right.
He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “You think using your wolf makes you stronger?”
I frowned. “It *does* make me stronger.”
“Stronger, yeah. But it don’t make you better.” He watched me for a long moment, like he was waiting for that to sink in. “You want to lead this pack, Luciano? You wanna be Alpha?”
I met his eyes. “You already know I do.”
“Then start acting like it.” His voice was steady, calm, but there was steel underneath. “A leader doesn’t rely on power alone. A leader knows when to fight, *how* to fight. And last night? That wasn’t a fight. That was you giving in to frustration. Letting your emotions run you.”
I swallowed hard, looking away.
Because he was right. Again.
Elias sighed, running a hand over his face. “You got potential, kid. Hell, you’re already stronger than most wolves I’ve met. But strength means nothing if you don’t know how to use it. And right now? You don’t.”
I stayed quiet, gripping the water bottle in my hands.
He stood up, stretching his arms. “You done for today?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He smirked. “Good. Get up.”
I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle in my body protesting, but I ignored it.
Elias walked over to the center of the training ground, rolling his shoulders. “You wanna learn how to fight without your wolf? Then let’s go.”
I exhaled, nodding once.
Then I got into position.
Elias didn’t wait.
He moved fast, throwing a quick jab toward my ribs. I barely blocked in time, stepping back to regain my footing.
“Too slow.” He went for another hit, aiming for my jaw this time. I ducked, twisting to the side, but he caught me in the gut with a knee.
I stumbled, coughing.
Elias didn’t stop.
He grabbed my wrist, twisted it, and slammed me onto the ground before I even knew what was happening. My back hit the dirt hard, knocking the air from my lungs.
“Get up.”
I gritted my teeth, pushing myself up.
He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath.
The second I was on my feet, he was already throwing another punch. I blocked, but barely. He shifted, sweeping my legs out from under me.
I hit the ground. Again.
“Sloppy.”
Frustration burned in my chest, but I shoved it down. Got back up.
He came at me again. Faster.
This time, I was ready.
I dodged, blocking his punch, twisting my body to counter. My fist shot out, aimed for his ribs—
But he caught my wrist mid-air and flipped me over his shoulder.
I hit the ground. Again.
Elias stood over me, shaking his head. “You rely too much on strength. You gotta be smarter than your opponent. Predict their moves. Control the fight.”
I groaned, pushing myself up, my whole body aching.
“Again,” I muttered.
Elias smirked. “That’s the spirit.”
We went again.
And again.
Each time, I hit the ground. But each time, I got up faster. Learned a little more. Moved a little better.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, I could barely stand. My body was wrecked, my arms shaking, but I didn’t care.
Because I was getting better.
And I wasn’t stopping anytime soon.
I woke up the next morning before the sun even touched the sky. My body was sore as hell, muscles tight, ribs aching from the fight with Jax, but I didn’t care. I rolled out of bed, stretched my arms over my head, and cracked my neck. The training ground was waiting, and I wasn’t about to waste another damn second.
I threw on a pair of sweats, pulled a hoodie over my head, and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out. The air was crisp, that early morning kind of cold that bit at my skin, but it helped wake me up. The pack house was still quiet, most of them still asleep. Good. I didn’t need any distractions.
By the time I reached the training ground, the sun was just starting to rise. The sky was a soft orange, fading into blue. It would’ve been peaceful if I wasn’t already running through every mistake I made last night in my head.
I let my wolf out too soon. That was my biggest mistake. I was strong, yeah, but that wasn’t the point. Elias wanted me to train without my wolf, to be strong even when I couldn’t shift. And I had ignored that. Let frustration get the best of me.
I wasn’t gonna make that mistake again.
I started with simple drills, running laps around the training ground to get my blood moving. My legs felt heavy at first, like lead, but after a few minutes, they loosened up. The cold air burned my lungs, sweat already forming at the back of my neck.
I pushed harder.
I ran until my legs burned, until my breath came in sharp bursts. Then I dropped to the ground and started push-ups. Each rep, I felt the strain in my arms, my shoulders, my core tightening with the effort.
I didn’t stop.
Not when my arms started shaking. Not when my breath turned ragged.
I kept going.
Because I wasn’t about to be the guy they whispered about.
I wasn’t gonna be the weak Alpha.
By the time I finished, my body was screaming at me, but I ignored it. I grabbed the water bottle, took a long sip, and moved on to weight training.
I lifted. Again and again, muscles burning, sweat dripping down my face. I focused on every motion, every rep.
No one was out here yet. Just me.
And that was fine.
I didn’t need an audience.
I just needed to get better.
After an hour, I finally dropped onto the bench, rolling my shoulders back, trying to catch my breath. My hoodie was soaked, sweat clinging to my skin, but I felt good. The soreness was still there, but it was the kind of pain that reminded me I was getting stronger.
Then I heard footsteps.
I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. The energy in the air shifted, familiar. Controlled.
Elias.
He stepped onto the training ground like he owned the place, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning over everything before they landed on me.
I stayed where I was, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there. Watching.
Then he sighed. “You done feeling sorry for yourself?”
I tensed. “I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself.”
“Right.” He stepped closer, dropping onto the bench across from me. “So last night, that wasn’t you getting all in your head?”
I clenched my jaw, looking away. “I did what I had to do.”
Elias let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Nah. You did what you *wanted* to do. There’s a difference.”
I didn’t respond.
Because he was right.
He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “You think using your wolf makes you stronger?”
I frowned. “It *does* make me stronger.”
“Stronger, yeah. But it don’t make you better.” He watched me for a long moment, like he was waiting for that to sink in. “You want to lead this pack, Luciano? You wanna be Alpha?”
I met his eyes. “You already know I do.”
“Then start acting like it.” His voice was steady, calm, but there was steel underneath. “A leader doesn’t rely on power alone. A leader knows when to fight, *how* to fight. And last night? That wasn’t a fight. That was you giving in to frustration. Letting your emotions run you.”
I swallowed hard, looking away.
Because he was right. Again.
Elias sighed, running a hand over his face. “You got potential, kid. Hell, you’re already stronger than most wolves I’ve met. But strength means nothing if you don’t know how to use it. And right now? You don’t.”
I stayed quiet, gripping the water bottle in my hands.
He stood up, stretching his arms. “You done for today?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He smirked. “Good. Get up.”
I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle in my body protesting, but I ignored it.
Elias walked over to the center of the training ground, rolling his shoulders. “You wanna learn how to fight without your wolf? Then let’s go.”
I exhaled, nodding once.
Then I got into position.
Elias didn’t wait.
He moved fast, throwing a quick jab toward my ribs. I barely blocked in time, stepping back to regain my footing.
“Too slow.” He went for another hit, aiming for my jaw this time. I ducked, twisting to the side, but he caught me in the gut with a knee.
I stumbled, coughing.
Elias didn’t stop.
He grabbed my wrist, twisted it, and slammed me onto the ground before I even knew what was happening. My back hit the dirt hard, knocking the air from my lungs.
“Get up.”
I gritted my teeth, pushing myself up.
He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath.
The second I was on my feet, he was already throwing another punch. I blocked, but barely. He shifted, sweeping my legs out from under me.
I hit the ground. Again.
“Sloppy.”
Frustration burned in my chest, but I shoved it down. Got back up.
He came at me again. Faster.
This time, I was ready.
I dodged, blocking his punch, twisting my body to counter. My fist shot out, aimed for his ribs—
But he caught my wrist mid-air and flipped me over his shoulder.
I hit the ground. Again.
Elias stood over me, shaking his head. “You rely too much on strength. You gotta be smarter than your opponent. Predict their moves. Control the fight.”
I groaned, pushing myself up, my whole body aching.
“Again,” I muttered.
Elias smirked. “That’s the spirit.”
We went again.
And again.
Each time, I hit the ground. But each time, I got up faster. Learned a little more. Moved a little better.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, I could barely stand. My body was wrecked, my arms shaking, but I didn’t care.
Because I was getting better.
And I wasn’t stopping anytime soon.
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