Love Times Four My Stepbrothers Are My Mates (Alayah) novel Chapter 102

**Chapter 102: Training**

**Alayah’s p.o.v.**

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As I scan the faces in the room, I search for any signs of dissent regarding my announcement, but the only nods of agreement come from the females who plan to leave with her. Their support is unwavering, but I crave a broader consensus.

Rising from my seat, I command the attention of the room, my voice steady yet firm. “Training will be mandatory for all Pack members—no exceptions. Gamma Bastian and I will revisit the old training schedule to determine if it can be reinstated or if adjustments are necessary. Only Doc has the authority to excuse anyone from training, and that must be reported directly to me. I will communicate any limitations to your trainers.” As I conclude, I reclaim my seat, allowing my words to settle in the atmosphere like a heavy fog.

I want them to reflect on my declaration; the strength of our Pack is paramount. We must be prepared to deliver justice to those who deserve it, and that begins with a solid foundation of training. I need a Pack capable of defending themselves while I am out there fighting for what is right.

While our Pack has always engaged in training, it hasn’t been mandatory for decades, and that is about to change—effective immediately. The remainder of dinner unfolds in a hushed atmosphere; most members communicate through the mind-link, while only a few engage in whispered conversations. I glance around periodically, observing Pack members entering and exiting as they finish their meals.

Suddenly, I feel a gentle weight on my knees, small hands that clearly do not belong to my Mates. Curiosity piqued, I lean to my left, peering beneath the table. Two sparkling blue eyes meet mine, accompanied by a wide grin. “Hello! What are you doing under the table?” I inquire, placing my hands over the little girl’s to gently guide her out from her hiding spot.

Her smile brightens as I lift her onto my lap. I grab a small fork and start feeding her some mashed potatoes while I continue to eat with my other fork. By the time I finish my meal, the little girl has drifted off to sleep, her tiny body nestled comfortably against me. Suddenly, a loud scream erupts from the kitchen, causing Nero to spring to his feet in an instant. “Lara! Lara! Where are you, sweetie?” A voice calls out in distress.

“What does Lara look like?” Nero inquires as he strides into the kitchen. I listen intently for the response, my gaze fixed on the sleeping child in my arms. Moments later, Nero returns, accompanied by a visibly anxious woman. “Alpha, I’m so sorry for the trouble she caused you. I promise it won’t happen again,” she stammers, her eyes glued to the floor, and I sense that someone is indeed at fault here.

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