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She quickly got off the Alpha and stepped back.

There was another stint in Isolation in her future if she stayed at the academy now, she was sure of that. They had to leave before that happened.

She didn't dare turn her back on them until she was at the broken door, where she backed into Mr Patrick.

He was looking at her with a massive smile on her face. Had he stood there the whole time and just watched?

"Yes," he answered, still smiling. "I watched, and it was glorious.”

Mr Patrick’s gaze went back to the man still lying unconscious on the ground.

“And I think I know what we need to do," he whispered.

Chapter 72

"Ah...Yes,Avahasdone very well so far," Coach Baxter stuttered. "She..."

His voice trailed off as he watched Alpha Morgan pick up two daggers from the wall of weapons proudly displayed at the side of the room. The very same daggers that his daughter had been drawn to.

He did a few moves, showcasing where Ava had got her skills before he carefully put them back in their place.

Zeke watched a drop of sweat roll down the coach's face before he wiped it and pretended to shuffle through the paperwork in front of him.

So far, Ava's dad hadn't said a word. It had become clear in the very first minute that he was watching a master of mind games at work. He'd never seen the coach so riled up.

He leaned back in his seat in the bleachers where he'd been watching the show.

"She showed so much improvement in each training session," the coach continued.

Alpha Morgan picked up a small axe and inspected the sharp edge. He heard the coach swallow before shuffling the papers again.

"She... Uh, she didn't advance to the next level because, as a human, she is a lot weaker—"

The axe landed right in the middle of Coach Baxter's paperwork, the sharp end slicing through to embed itself deeply into the wood under the papers—right between the coach's hands.

There was no hiding the fact that the coach was shitting himself.

He had not met an Alpha as strong as Ava's father before, at least not one who wasn't on the Council. The man walked calmly back to the table, his colossal frame more intimidating in the leather, and pulled the axe out of the table.

The coach tensed. He didn't think Alpha Morgan would actually commit murder, but anyone could see he was capable of it. There was more sweat on the coach's face now. His fear... He took a deep breath and savoured the sweet scent. Shadow wagged his tail in appreciation.

Alpha Morgan walked back to the wall without a word and continued his inspection.

"During... During the evaluations, she impressed all the instructors," the coach continued. "She advanced to the finals on the first day. She would have advanced on the second, but she got ill and had to spend some time in the infirmary."

Alpha Morgan stopped at the Katana. It was like he knew which weapons his daughter had chosen.

'Of course, he knows. He trained her,' Shadow said. 'Can we go back to our mate now?'

'Soon. I'll give them time to try this their way, but when we get back, they'll have to listen to me.'

"So... Um, yes, on the last day of the mock evaluations, uh..."

More paper shuffling, though there was a big slit in the middle of them now.

"And I have to say, after her performance on the first and second days, she had been guaranteed to advance to Intermediate—"

Alpha Morgan looked at the coach sharply.

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