42.

Aria's POV

"What kind of training is this?" I complained.

The happy hormones I had earlier when he said he would train me died down when he brought me to a construction site. I don't intend to be a laborer. But the shameless Nicholas made me lift concrete blocks and helped the omegas construct the incomplete building. I didn't fucking sign for this.

"The training is already a breeze for you. I don't need to teach you anything but this," he said.

My forehead, nose, and face were all covered in sweat. Nicholas even had me wear a head protection that was too loose for me, covering my eyes each time, which was irritating. And despite wearing gloves, I could still feel the block's roughness in my palm because the ghoul Nicholas forced me to carry the rough one even though there was a smooth variant.

I wanted to cry.

"Aria, this isn't too hard."

I forcibly carried two blocks at a time while rolling my eyes at him. I wonder if this is his retribution for my lack of attention to him last nigh