Chapter 35: Letter from an Alpha

Clarissa's P.O.V.

Brantley kicked my ass with all the workouts he was putting me through. I couldn't begin to understand why squats were important in training, but if he had me do one more, I was pretty sure my legs would fall off.

I stood in the shower for what seemed forever, allowing the hot water to run over my sore muscles. I couldn't remember the last time a shower had felt so amazing, and then again, I couldn't remember the last time I worked out.

Shortly after our training session, Brantley ran to town to grab a few supplies, and I welcomed his leave to have time for myself to relax. The shower was the only way I knew to find solace and comfort, and man, this shower did the trick.

"Clarissa!" I heard my name being called from the other room, and I groaned in disapproval.

Turning off the shower, I wrapped a towel around me. "What?" I hollered, unsure of why he would interrupt me during my meditation, a.k.a shower time.

"When you finish, come out here. I have something for you.