The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Chapter 71: C hapter 70: INTENSIVE TRAINING

THURSDAY MORNING - THIRTEEN DAYS AFTER TRANSFORMATION 6:00 AM

Eve stood in the center of the training room....a large, empty space in the estate’s basement that the brothers had cleared out specifically for her power development.

Elder Markov faced her, looking stern and determined. Damian, Damon, and Silas watched from the sidelines, ready to intervene if necessary.

"First lesson," Markov said. "Desire projection. You’ve learned to read emotions. Now you need to learn to create them. To make others feel what you want them to feel."

"That sounds like manipulation," Eve said uneasily.

"It is," Markov confirmed bluntly. "And that makes you uncomfortable. Good. It should. But uncomfortable or not, it’s a skill you need. Your enemies won’t hesitate to use every tool at their disposal. Neither can you."

He gestured to a chair where Mrs. Blackwood sat....she’d volunteered to be the test subject, understanding the importance of Eve’s training.

"Mrs. Blackwood has agreed to let you practice on her," Markov explained. "Start small. Make her feel...happiness. Joy. Something positive and harmless."

Eve focused on Mrs. Blackwood, reaching out with her succubus senses. She could feel the older woman’s emotional state...calm, slightly nervous, but willing.

Eve concentrated, imagining joy, trying to project that feeling onto Mrs. Blackwood.

Nothing happened.

"You’re thinking too much," Markov said. "Desire manipulation isn’t intellectual. It’s instinctive. You don’t think someone into feeling happy. You feel happiness yourself, amplify it, and push it outward." freēwebnovel.com

Eve tried again, this time letting herself feel genuine joy....thinking of her mates, of being loved, of moments of happiness. She let that feeling build inside her, then imagined pushing it toward Mrs. Blackwood.

Mrs. Blackwood’s expression shifted. Her lips curved into a smile, her eyes brightening, her entire demeanor lightening.

"I feel....happy," Mrs. Blackwood said, sounding surprised. "Like....genuinely joyful. For no reason."

"Good," Markov said. "You did it. Now release her."

Eve pulled back her power, and Mrs. Blackwood’s expression returned to normal.

"That was strange," Mrs. Blackwood said. "I knew the happiness wasn’t real, wasn’t mine, but I felt it anyway. Like my emotions weren’t entirely my own."

"Exactly," Markov said. "Now do it again. But this time....make her feel desire."

Eve froze. "Sexual desire? On Mrs. Blackwood?"

"It’s just practice," Markov said impatiently. "She’s volunteered. She understands it’s not real. You need to learn this skill, Eve. Desire is your specialty. Your weapon. Stop being squeamish about it."

Eve looked at Mrs. Blackwood, who nodded permission.

Taking a breath, Eve focused again. This time, instead of joy, she thought about desire...the feeling of wanting, needing, craving. She amplified it and pushed it toward Mrs. Blackwood.

The effect was immediate and dramatic. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Mrs. Blackwood gasped, her pupils dilating, her cheeks flushing. Her breathing became heavier, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair.

"Oh my," Mrs. Blackwood said, her voice strained. "That’s...quite intense..."

"Release her," Markov commanded.

Eve pulled back immediately, horrified at how strongly she’d affected the older woman.

Mrs. Blackwood slumped in her chair, fanning herself. "Well. That was certainly...educational. I understand now why succubi are so feared. That level of influence is...significant."

"And that was just a beginner’s attempt," Markov said. "With practice, Eve will be able to affect entire rooms. Dozens of people simultaneously. Make them feel whatever she wants them to feel."

"I don’t want that kind of power," Eve said quietly.

"Want it or not, you have it," Markov said. "The question is whether you’ll learn to control it, or whether it will control you. Now...let’s move to the next"

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THURSDAY AFTERNOON - 1:00 PM

"Energy draining," Markov announced. "The ability to feed not just through sex, but through touch. Through proximity. Through will alone."

He’d brought a young pack warrior named Marcus Junior....a volunteer who understood the risks.

"Touch him," Markov instructed. "Just his hand. Then focus on pulling energy from him. Not sexual energy....just life force. Enough to feel it, not enough to harm."

Eve reached out hesitantly, taking Marcus Junior’s hand. She could feel his life force immediately....warm, vibrant, strong.

"Now pull," Markov said. "Gently. Just a taste."

Eve focused on that feeling of feeding, that pull she felt during sex, but tried to apply it to pure life force instead. She imagined drawing energy from Marcus Junior through their joined hands.

His eyes widened. "I can feel it. Like....like she’s pulling something from me. Not painful, but....draining."

"Good," Markov said. "More. Pull more."

Eve increased the draw, and Marcus Junior swayed slightly, his face paling.

"Enough," Markov said sharply.

Eve released immediately, breaking contact. Marcus Junior stumbled back, looking exhausted.

"That was....disconcerting," he said. "I feel like I just ran a marathon."

"You’ll recover," Markov assured him. "Eve only took a fraction of your energy. But if she’d kept pulling....she could have drained you completely. Killed you without ever touching you sexually."

Eve felt sick. "I could kill people just by wanting to?"

"Yes," Markov said. "Which is why you need to learn control. Learn to take only what you need, to stop before you take too much. In combat, you might need to drain enemies. But you need to be able to control how much you take."

"I don’t want to kill people," Eve said.

"Your enemies will want to kill you," Markov said bluntly. "So you need to be willing and able to defend yourself. Even if that means draining your attackers dry."

Eve looked at her hands, horrified at what they were capable of.

From the sidelines, Damon stepped forward. "She’s had enough for today. She’s overwhelmed."

"She needs to be overwhelmed," Markov countered. "Needs to be pushed past her comfort zone. That’s how you develop abilities this powerful."

"And if pushing her breaks her?" Damian challenged. "If forcing her to use abilities she’s not ready for damages her psychologically?"

"Then we deal with it," Markov said. "But right now, the greater danger is her being unprepared when her enemies arrive. I’d rather she be psychologically scarred and alive than comfortable and dead."

"I’m fine," Eve said, though her voice shook. "Let’s continue."

"Eve...." Silas started.

"I said I’m fine," Eve interrupted. "Markov is right. I need to be pushed. Need to develop these abilities as fast as possible. So let’s continue."

Markov nodded with approval. "Good. Next.....emotional projection on multiple targets."