Chapter 60 The schedule
Chapter 60: the schedule
Milo pov
“Not there”
he said, his gaze bearing down on me, he pulled me closer to him, and before I could protest, I felt myself being lifted like I weighed nothing unto his laps.
I gasped, My whole body stiffened, pain exploded from my back, as the plug pressed deeper with the new angle.
“This…” Master murmured against my ear, “is where your new position will be from today.”
I had a lot of things to say, but nothing I said would make him change his mind, so I bit my inner cheeks, keeping quiet while I continued to pray that no one would come and witness me breaking apart.
But as if the world itself was against me, the sound of incoming footsteps echoed in the hall.
My hated enemy appeared at the corner like an evil shadow.
The new beta he strode in with stacks of papers in hand. His eyes locked instantly on me immediately he came inside. And I could feel the maliciousness and hate that filled his eyes, as his eyes flickered at my position on Master's thighs. His eyes darkened.
My body tensed, my face turning Bret red in embarrassment. He didn’t say a word, but his look filled with disgust and envy said it all.
“Your schedule for today, Alpha,” he said, handing the folders to Master without breaking eye contact with me.
The air was thick between us. My wolf loomed to the surface, unsure whether to hide or snarl. His lips twitched, before he turned and left, disappearing in the shadows like how he had appeared.
I exhaled shakily, my mind filled with questions that I didn't realise when food was served until the delicious aroma prickled my nose.
Master's slid one of the plates with my name written on it, closer to me and without waiting to be invited I dug in like a hungry lion.
I purred in contentment. I didn’t know why but my food was being upgraded, and the state just keeps on getting better and better…
The sound of my master's hands dropping in front of me made me look up from my food. Master had kept the sheet of parchment he had been reading for a while in front of me.
My eyes widened in shock. It was a schedule, and not just any schedule…it was my own schedule, with my name neatly written and every hour of the day meticulously accounted for.
06:00 – Physical Training
09:00 – Combat Drills
12:00 – Meal
13:00 – Obedience Training
15:00 – Courtesy Classes
18:00 – Meal
19:00 – Conditioning & Discipline Review
21:00 – Lights Out
My stomach twisted as I stared at the schedule in my hands, every line packed with a repetitive word that continued to become more blurry as I looked down.
“Training… training… and more training,” I muttered under my breath before noticing the only strange one among the ridiculous list of training.
“Courtesy classes?” I asked, before I could stop myself.
A slow smile curved at his lips, the one that didn’t reach his eyes.
“It’s a class specifically made for pets” he said so smoothly and casually, as if his words didn't just twist my stomach into shreds.
Pets…
My chest tightened. The word slammed into me like cold water. I didn't know why but I could feel heavy disappointment clawing up my chest. But before I could fully process the new feeling that I was feeling, masters hands suddenly pressed against my shoulders.
“Let’s go, we are almost late for your first training.” he said, rising up from his seat.
“huh…But I haven’t…” I started, looking at my half finished breakfast that was staring back at me with regret. Then back at him but Master's hand tugged at the collar around my throat, hardly sparing me a second glance.
I hesitated for a fraction of a second…
Big mistake.
The pull this time came sharper and rougher, I stumbled on my feet, almost crashing to the floor, plus the pain that exploded from my back as I tried to keep up with his pace.
I realised that there was no choice for me in the matter…or maybe there never was.
My lungs were on fire, my throat burned, my heart pounding frantically like a war drum. But despite all this ,there was one thing again even more disturbing and alarming than my exhaustion. It's the fire that was coming from my lower back. And Master even made it worse than it should be…
The drills kept on coming, but that was not where the problem lies…it was his hands, they told a different story. I didn’t know whether it was intentional or not, but adjusting my stance meant that his hands would linger on my back for a moment too long. Adjusting my grip meant his fingers would brush against mine, trailing lines of invisible fire along my skin. His chest would brush against my back, his breath tickling my ears every now and then made the training look like hell on earth.
Everytime I ran, or stood in a fighting stance, the plug that was plunged deep inside me would move. And each time I would grit my teeth so hard so as not to give him the satisfaction of watching me suffer.
I couldn’t even see straight, coupled with the pain from my back, it made it hard to focus on anything except the foreign object that I was forced to wear. But if Master had seen, he didn't say anything.
“Again! Give me twenty more,” he barked, his voice sharp and hard as still.
I swallowed my whining, and immediately dropped down again, my arms trembling from the dozens or more I have already done. My lungs felt like they were on fire, sweat dripping down my body soaking the ground. My muscles screamed, but I held on. Ten, thirteen fourteen… master kept on counting like he was reciting a poem.
“Hold on milo, just two more, just one more” my wolf encouraged in my head.
My arms screamed to let go. My back arched involuntarily as the plug shifted a little too deep inside me, and I bit down hard on a groan.
“Twenty” the words i have been waiting for rang out like my salvation. I slumped to the ground, panting like a dog.
But when I thought it was all over, I felt his presence loom over me, as he crouched beside me. “You lack form, stamina, and strength, even a Child in his diapers could actually beat you. little wolf,” he murmured, his tone like he was murmuring to himself.
“Stand up” he commanded,
I didn’t have time to react before I was yanked up, his hard grip on my arms lingered a little too long before he released me with a growl.
“We are going to the next phase of this training, I believe you already know the basics of it as a beginner.” he said going to the where the weapons where stashed.
“what…no…” I started to protest, but a flash of white in the air struck my eyes coming straight at me.
A sword!!...
And it was coming straight at me!