<h4>Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Sparring</h4>


    But something about her words made Addison pause.


    Was it just her imagination, or was there a double meaning hidden beneath that calm, courteous voice? Was M subtly implying that Addison had fallen behind — that she was no longer on M’s level after being away from training for so long?


    Addison frowned slightly, then shook her head, brushing the thought aside. Maybe it was just her own insecurities talking — ghosts of doubt creeping in.


    After all, M stood there poised and graceful, the very image of control and refinement. In contrast, Addison felt like a wild child — rough around the edges, chaotic, and untamed.


    Addison didn’t say a word — she simply smiled back at M. After finishing her stretches, she stepped closer into the arena, her expression calm but focused.


    M, standing still with an air ofposed grace, returned the smile, brighter now, but with an undertone that made Addison raise an eyebrow. It was subtle, but the way M held herself, so serene and unbothered, felt almost like she wasn’t taking Addison seriously.


    But M had said she could attack first, and Addison had no intention of holding back. In a real battle, enemies wouldn’t wait for you to catch up, and there was no room for courtesy.


    Without hesitation, Addisonunched her first strike — a straight punch aimed directly at M’s face. M smoothly dodged to the side, but Addison was already anticipating that move. Her left hand shot up beneath M’s chin, aiming for a swift uppercut.


    M didn’t have time to evade. She stepped back just as the blow grazed her chin — enough to make her head snap slightly and a wave of dizziness wash over her. She staggered.


    Sensing her advantage, Addison pressed forward relentlessly. She didn’t give M a moment to recover. Twisting her body, Addisonunched a spinning kick mid-air, then another, and another.


    M barely had time to raise her arms in defense, blocking as best as she could. Addison’s strikes came fast and hard, each one packed with raw strength and aimed with precision. M gritted her teeth behind her guard. Addison wasn’t ying around — she was targeting every vulnerable spot with brutal efficiency.


    The more Addison moved, the more natural it felt. Her body responded on instinct, muscle memory guiding her with every strike. With each motion, fragments of forgotten sensations returned — echoes of past training and long hours spent sharpening her skills.


    She remembered sparring even during her recovery in the Sacred Lands. Ss, ever blunt and practical, had insisted she keep her body in shape. "You need to let your body remember its true form," Ss would say. And so, they sparred — regrly and rigorously.


    When Addison first arrived in the Sacred Lands, she was far from her peak. After three years in the Midnight River Pack without proper training, her muscles were stiff, her joints uncooperative. Ss had started her from the basics again, helping her rebuild what was lost.


    But the more she trained, the more it all came back. Movements that once felt foreign began to flow. Her reflexes sharpened. Her strength returned.


    Over the past year, training had be her routine — her anchor. She sparred often, sometimes with the Royal Guards, but mostly with Ss, who, despite being busy, would use those sessions as a way to vent her own stress. The entric Saintess had her own quirks, but she never went easy on Addison, and Addison grew stronger because of it.


    Now, because M had underestimated Addison, unaware that she’d been training and was nearly back to her former self, she was now paying the price. Addison didn’t hold back. Not out of pride, nor because she suspected M had taunted her earlier, but because she understood something crucial: werewolves heal fast. The pain wouldn’tst long for M, but the lesson might.


    Letting your guard down, especially in battle, was a dangerous mistake — one that could cost lives. Addison intended to remind her of that.


    On the sidelines, the twins sat happily on their grandparents’ps, cheering for their mother with bright, giggling voices.


    "Hehehe, brother, Auntie didn’t know Mommy was such a great fighter, huh?" Kyle whispered, trying — and failing — to stifle hisughter with a hand over his mouth. "Look, she thought Mommy was easy to beat... but she doesn’t know Mommy made some of Auntie Ss’s people <i>cry</i> after sparring!"


    The two children dissolved into another round of giggles, proud and gleeful as they watched their mother dominate the match.


    "Of course Mommy is amazing!" Aiden chimed in, eyes sparkling with admiration. "When we grow up, we’ll be just as strong as her — maybe even stronger! After all, we’re boys, so we’ll grow bigger than Mommy. And by then, it’ll be our turn to protect her, just like Auntie Ss said!"


    The Alpha King and his mate exchanged a nce, identical smiles forming on their faces. Hearing their grandsons speak with such pride and innocence warmed their hearts.


    They had once worried that Addison would need to be retrained from the ground up — that the years away had dulled her edge. If she was to be the heir apparent to the throne, she needed to regain the strength andpetence she was once known for. Only then would the people recognize her as worthy of the title.


    And with the recent string of unsettling incidents from every direction, the kingdom’s stability was already fragile. If word spread that their future Alpha King was weak or unprepared, it would only deepen the public’s uncertainty.


    But watching Addison now — fierce, skilled, and unrelenting — they felt a growing sense of reassurance. Perhaps things were not as bleak as they once feared.


    "Ugh! A-Addison..." M tried to speak, but Addison was already mid-air, preparing to bring down a hammer kick aimed directly at her cousin’s head. Sensing the danger, M clenched her teeth and instinctively shifted into her wolf form — a smoky gray werewolf with white patches on her paws and tail. She wasrge, powerful, but still not quiterge enough.


    Driven by pride and the sting of being thoroughly beaten, M lunged forward, determined to force Addison to the ground and reim her dignity. But Addison didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look nervous. Instead, she smiled.


    Just as M leapt, Addison vaulted high into the air, narrowly avoiding the attack. Shended squarely on M’s back, grabbing onto her thick fur with one hand for bnce. With her other hand, Addison began raining down blow after blow, each punchnding hard and fast on the same spot, making M whine and thrash in protest. But Addison held on, relentless, refusing to be thrown off.


    At first, the Alpha King and Queen leapt to their feet, ready to intervene. They knew Addison couldn’t shift — her wolf had remained unresponsive for years — and they feared she’d be seriously hurt going head-to-head with a full-shifted werewolf. But what they hadn’t expected... was this.


    Addison wasn’t just holding her own — she was dominating.


    Because Addison had no room for fear. What truly terrified her wasn’t facing a wolf inbat — it was the idea of being powerless. Powerless to fight, to defend, to protect what mattered most. Especially now that she had pups of her own to shield from the dangers of the world.


    If she couldn’t rely on a wolf form, then she would hone her human one until it was sharper than ws and tougher than fangs.


    She <i>had</i> to be strong. There was no other choice.