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20 - Relax

Author: Samantha Doyle
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-02 04:17:08

Bryan placed his hands under my neck, adjusted my head, and then pushed my shoulders down. Then he moved down to my feet and adjusted things from there. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember, Bryan was waking me up.

“Sera,” he said softly. “Sera.”

“Hmm?” I said as my eyes fluttered open. My hand went instinctively to my necklace, checking if it was still hidden under my shirt. It was. The ring was tucked snugly into my sports bra. I looked over and saw Bryan lying on his side a few feet from me, his head propped up in his hand. I rolled over on my side so we were facing each other. “How long was I out?” I asked.

“Just a few minutes. Once you relaxed, I went back to my meditation. How do you feel?”

I put my attention on my body, and, to my surprise, I didn’t feel tired anymore. “Like I could run a marathon,” I said, smiling. I could get used to Bryan helping me relax. That was amazing.

“The human body doesn’t need eight hours of sleep every day. It just needs fift
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  • Too Hot For The Alphas   20 - Relax

    Bryan placed his hands under my neck, adjusted my head, and then pushed my shoulders down. Then he moved down to my feet and adjusted things from there. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember, Bryan was waking me up.“Sera,” he said softly. “Sera.”“Hmm?” I said as my eyes fluttered open. My hand went instinctively to my necklace, checking if it was still hidden under my shirt. It was. The ring was tucked snugly into my sports bra. I looked over and saw Bryan lying on his side a few feet from me, his head propped up in his hand. I rolled over on my side so we were facing each other. “How long was I out?” I asked.“Just a few minutes. Once you relaxed, I went back to my meditation. How do you feel?”I put my attention on my body, and, to my surprise, I didn’t feel tired anymore. “Like I could run a marathon,” I said, smiling. I could get used to Bryan helping me relax. That was amazing.“The human body doesn’t need eight hours of sleep every day. It just needs fift

  • Too Hot For The Alphas   19 - Slip

    “You okay?” Bryan asked. His hands wrapped around my rib cage to steady me, and I tensed. If we weren’t in a gym, this position could only have one purpose, and it was beyond tempting to explore it. If Bryan’s hands just slipped lower—I steeled myself and focused on the present instead of some fantasy where Bryan and I were—no. No. Stop imagining it! I don’t have space in my life for distractions. Okay, good. Back to reality. How did I even get into this position?Hoax Files: Freudian SlipUnconscious mental processes cause an error in speech, memory, physical action, writing, misreading, mishearing, forgetfulness, or losing things. Thought to reveal true desires. The subconscious mind’s way of acting out a repressed desire.“Sera?”“Yeah, I’m fine,” I finally said. I moved to get my arms out from under me. My hands found the mat, and I pushed myself up and slid off him to a kneeling position. I tried to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “The mass of muscle that covers your body

  • Too Hot For The Alphas   18 - Training

    “Alright, let’s start with how to throw a punch,” Bryan said after we stretched and warmed up. “It’s all about technique, not strength. Make a tight fist with the thumb curled on the outside of the fingers. You’re going to hit with the first two big knuckles. Never hit with the fingers. They’ll break.” He demonstrated, pointing out the knuckles with his other hand, and I copied him. “Good,” he continued. “Now, spread your feet apart, one foot in front, one in back. Press your feet into the ground, and keep the knees slightly bent and flexible.”He acted out his words as he spoke, and I did as he instructed. “Now, whatever foot is forward, the opposite hand will throw the punch. The entire body is involved. Start by pushing into the ground with the rear foot. Twist through the hip so that the entire weight of your body is in the punch. Then follow through, don’t stop the hand’s momentum.” He demonstrated and then motioned for me to try. I threw a few punches while he watched.“Okay

  • Too Hot For The Alphas   17 - MMA Gym

    I changed into black exercise shorts and a green, high-necked tank top that matched my green eyes and kept my necklace hidden. I didn’t have to change into a sports bra since I was already wearing one. I only own sports bras. I never knew when I’d have to make a run for it, so I didn’t bother with clothes that could slow me down. I quickly threw my long, blonde hair into a low braid so it would stay out of my face and in place—I hated when a long, free ponytail whipped around and stung my eyes—then made my way downstairs.My current foster mom, Lucy, worked a lot, but she always left notes around the house, usually in the kitchen or on the front door. I hadn’t needed to leave her a note yet, since I hadn’t left the house other than going to school. This was the first time I was leaving the house to go somewhere besides school, so I found the pad, scribbled a note telling her where I’d be, stuck it on the kitchen counter, and went outside. Bryan was waiting on my porch in a white T-sh

  • Too Hot For The Alphas   16 - Worried

    “Let’s see if this works,” Bryan grumbled after school the next day as he tensely fiddled with the miniature trebuchet we were building for our physics class. “Just going to wedge this piece in here—”There was a snap of wood, and Bryan cursed.“Maybe I should handle the fragile woodworking for now,” I suggested, sitting across from him on my bedroom floor. “You’re wound a little tight today.”He let out what sounded like a growl, slid the project toward me, stood up, and stalked over to the other side of the room. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair.“Very tight,” I murmured. “You okay?” “I’m fine,” he snapped.Bryan had been acting weird and tense all day. Ever since he slipped into my bedroom before school and had his eyes on me like he was looking for injuries. “Clearly,” I said sarcastically. “Eat some candy. That usually calms you down.”Bryan went to my desk and took a handful from the economy-size bag of Skittles he had left there. He had brought over the candy to keep

  • Too Hot For The Alphas   15 - Swimming

    “So, do you like swimming?” Crew prodded. “I bet you’d look good in a Brazilian bikini.”I looked up at Crew. “I’m not a big swimmer,” I said. That was true. I hadn’t gone swimming since that day. “I hate getting out of the pool and being all cold.” He smiled. “Even better.”I rolled my eyes.“Because then I would get to warm you up,” he said innocently.“No. I’d do it myself.”“That’s no fun.”“For who? Anyone I care about?”“Touché.”“Oh. You speak French?” I asked him something in French, not expecting him to understand, but he responded in French. Good French. Probably, definitely, better than mine. I only got to use it in French class, after all. He had probably lived in a place where they spoke French in one of his father’s military postings. Or maybe he had a private French tutor with his family money. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that it had the intended effect. The subject was changed.We bantered back and forth until we finished our food. Then Crew slid out

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