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So the next day, even though I knew that the drink was spiked, I still drank it. I then did everything in my power to avoid the bar owner's groping hands and ran out—straight into Logan's strong arms. I grasped onto his collar as tears filled my eyes. Black stockings stretched around my long, shapely legs. My clothes had become slightly unkempt during the struggle, and they now revealed a glimpse of my fair figure. I pressed myself tightly against Logan while in this state, and I raised my head and looked at him pitifully. "Help me," I pleaded.

Chapter 12 Song- Dancing with a stranger- Sam Smith, Normani ………………………………………………………. Maya POV ………… Even with my tight muscles, it didn’t stop me from going all out on the black punching bag, my eyes focused on the material. I hit hard, again and again, the warm air coursed through my body and sweat drippled down my back, my hair swished around my neck and my head swerved. Malcolm. HIT. Tricked. HIT. Me. HIT.

“As a punishment, you’re going to run twice the distance everyone is going to for the physical activity.” Fuck. He might notice that I wasn’t meditating at all. I had to think positively. What if they’re only running for a mile? I think I could run twice of that. “So for the next training. We’re going for the physical aspect of our inner wolf. Grab your pedometers.” I followed Gelo. They all go to a basket full of pedometers inside. Gelo grabbed two. One for him and the other was for me. “Thanks.” “Everyone…”

He gestured for me to come with him and said, “Sure, but I really want you to try to keep up, ok?” I nodded and we started at a nice jog and after the first few laps Frankie increased our pace. When Frankie realized I was still keeping up he pushed us a little faster. Inside I was smiling, because this is what Gideon had told me to do. Frankie continued to increase the pace as we rounded the oval and I kept up with him until just before the last lap. I looked over at Frankie who smiled, happy that I was keeping up with him. I nodded and said, “Catch me if you can Alpha,” and I put everything I had into sprinting the last lap finishing just one step ahead.

He counters angrily. Gigi cuts in calmly, “You’re right. We need her safe and sound. We are family here, and we protect our own. Just five high kicks and ten jumping jacks, Julia.” I nod and get into position. I glance at Rowan with a frown. I could have sworn he called Steve something else. Something along the lines of Al. What does that mean? Is it another name? Probably. I focus and do as I am asked. Thankfully, we move on to Agility with shuttle runs, ladder drills, and quick footwork. I do everything to the best. Then, we work on jumping tests with toe touches, pike jumps, and hurdlers.

I could still run now. I ignored the surpised looks as I ran past the sparring teams over and over again, looked past the concern rooted on TOrrance's face, the worry planted on Alex's. I barrelled past Clarice's pleading gaze, circling the track again and again, focusing on the burn of my lungs and the ache of my legs. I kept a steady pace, never increasing, never faltering. I wasn't over exerting myself at all, I was just keeping my muscles alert and warm, focusing on the sound of my feet slapping against the pavement and controlling my breathing. I ran like this for a while, the field of trainees thinning as wolves defeated their aparring partners. Eventually I saw Beta Gideon's shadow wa

One by one they slowly made their way over. I clapped my hands to get their attention. “Listen up! Today we are going to start with easy exercises. I want you all to pair up in teams of two and hit the gym. In our beginning training eat set is of 50. When you get done with set take a two-minute break before starting on the next set. Got it?”

“It means I’m a man trying to do right by my oldest friend. Marcus pulled me out of a dark place after my divorce. I can’t betray that. You’re young, restless, testing limits because you’re stuck here. That’s all.” I shook my head, stepping even closer so our bodies almost touched. “That’s not all. I see how you look at me. Like you want to throw me over your shoulder and forget the rules. I want that too. Not safe. Not boring. I want you to stop holding back so much. Just for a minute. Touch my face. Tell me I’m pretty in your shirt. Or hell, spank me for being a brat. Like in those movies. I’m really good at testing, Daddy, and I think you like it even if you won’t say it.” His nostrils fl

I open the windows to air it out. I hook up my phone to the gym’s speakers and start my “rage mix” on Spotify. I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace blares through the space. Fitting. I start with the treadmill. I’m so pissed off I might just break my personal record for a two-mile run. No warmup. No ease-in. Just raw speed and punishment. And yeah—I beat my best time by almost a full minute.

Getting up to my full height ,I drop the knife from my hands. Opening my arms and allowing them to attack me. "Give your best bastards." And with this the real pains started. My body ready to pass through this test. The test called endurance. ...................................................