Twice Fated

't just some omega anymore. She had proven herself. But one fight wasn't enough to secure her place. **** Roman stepped into the pit, his boots crunching against the bloodstained dirt. The casual sm

he sun barely kissed the horizon when Roman's voice shattered the morning silence. "Get up." Selina groaned, every muscle in her body screaming in protest. The fight from the night before had left her sore, bruised, and exhausted. But she refused to show weakness. She pushed herself up, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The rogue camp was already awake, wolves moving about, preparing for the day. The scent of damp earth and firewood lingered in the crisp morning air. Roman stood at the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed. He looked completely unaffected by the early hour, dressed in a loose black shirt and combat pants, his presence commanding as ever. "Move faster," he ordered. "We're already behind." Selina clenched her jaw but obeyed. She had fought to be here. Now, she had to prove she could stay. **** The first lesson wasn't about fighting. It was about endurance. Roman led her deep into the forest, where the trees grew thick and the ground was uneven with tangled roots and jagged rocks. He didn't explain what they were doing. He just started running. Selina hesitated for half a second before chasing after him. It wasn't a normal run. It was a test of survival. The terrain was merciless-steep slopes, slick mud, fallen logs that forced her to jump or climb. Her lungs burned, her legs ached, but Roman never slowed. "Keep up," he called over his shoulder. "Or don't bother coming back." Selina pushed harder, refusing to let the distance between them grow. Pain is temporary. Weakness is a choice. That thought kept her moving. By the time they reached a small clearing, her body was drenched in sweat, her heart pounding violently. She bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath. Roman, on the other hand, barely looked winded. He tilted his head. "Disappointed?" S