Aria's POV
One evening, I stood beside the training grounds, watching Viktor spar with several warriors. His fighting style was efficient and controlled as usual.
There was no wasted movement. No unnecessary aggression. He moved like someone who had spent years learning how to kill without making a sound.
Lydia stirred. He is a very strong man.
I smiled. I agree.
I watched him disarm one of the warriors. Then he looked in my direction. "Is something wrong, Alpha?"
I shook my head. "No."
He walked over. "You've been staring."
"I was only studying your fighting style."
His eyebrows lifted. "You are still curious?"
"Very much so."
He smiled. "Then let me show you one more time."
He stepped back onto the training ground. I followed. We sparred again. This time, I paid closer attent
