Rohan's POV:
I whistled as I walked to my room. It was going to be a nice night this evening.
I headed to the training room, where all the brothers were already practicing with various equipment. It was a norm for all the alpha brothers to train whenever they were free.
I picked up a sword, planning to look for a partner to spar with.
"Let's practice together," Jake said.
"Okay," I replied, preparing my stance and readying myself.
Jake twirled his sword with ease, a smirk on his face. He always liked to show off.
I tightened my grip on my blade, settling into position. The clash of steel rang out almost instantly. Sparks danced in the air with every impact. Jake was smooth—too smooth. His movements were clean, calculated, and always came with a hint of mockery.
"Getting slow, Rohan," Jake teased, ducking under my swing.
"I'm just warming up," I shot back, lunging forward.
