My Personal Trainer Novels & Stories

"Talia is new, and she wants to train. Travis told her that she can, but to take it easy and she needs to be supervised. Can you help her?" Keith gave a boyish grin. "You have come to the right place. I am the best personal trainer in the pack." Maya stifled a laugh. "He is the ONLY personal trainer in the pack." Keith made a face at Maya and then he eyed Talia top-to-bottom. "I see you are dressed for work. How about we start with a treadmill, and I take initial data? Based on that, I will come up with a training program." "OK.", Talia said nervously. She had no idea what to expect.

Let's not forget his fucking plump arse. “Can you get off me?” I pleaded, hoping he would take the hint. After the first day when I refused to be his personal trainer, this damned bastard had been a thorn on my side. If I thought he was being extra before when he followed me practically everywhere, it was nothing compared to this. I had sneaked out this morning to go work out before he woke up, but it seemed he had heard the door click shut. I was just doing my warm-up with a weight when he entered and came straight to me, plopping down on my thighs and acting innocent.

No one would guess that someone like him would be here. When I picked up my card at the front desk, I declined to have a personal trainer or join any of their classes. I was severely out of shape, but I wasn’t coming here to lose a few pounds. I was trying to get the devil’s attention. And I couldn’t do that if I had a personal trainer hovering over my shoulder all the time. Since today was just a recon day, I just walked around and did a few leg presses and deadlifts. I didn’t do anything too serious, because I was mostly keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of Adrian or Rafe Costa.

"Hi everyone, nice to meet you guys. I'm Dahlia, I know you guys all know that, I'm sorry I had to say it all over again. Yes, I've always been a personal trainer all these years. I didn't grow up around here though." The way she had selected her words, it was obvious that she didn't want to reveal too much. And I respected that. "The personal trainer's degree I acquired hasn't been put into good use, sadly. A few jobs here and there, but they never last. According to people, we charge outrageously. They seem to forget the work that lies within it." I nodded, agreeing with her instantly. "You're right. People fail to consider how tough training people who are still new to their powers can be

And I was done. I grabbed my phone, scrolled until I found Elite Pulse Fitness. Upscale. Expensive. The website promised “personalized transformation” and “expert trainers who actually push you.” I booked the free trial HIIT class for tomorrow morning and the complimentary private assessment that came with it. *If I fix my body,* I told myself, *maybe he’ll finally want me. Or maybe I’ll finally want myself.*

But I guess that’s the beauty of this life we’re living. Nothing is what it seems. Lately, I’ve started talking to some of the other trainers too.. not just the women, but some of the guys as well. And there’s one trainer in particular, a guy named Pietro. He’s... nice. He’s got this easy charm about him. And almost all the time, we end up laughing about the dumbest things. Mostly my lack of skill. He’s always respectful, never pushes any boundaries. But there’s a comfort there. I don’t feel like I’m being judged.

“She mentioned that if all went well, she’d recommend an exercise regimen to help strengthen your wolf. So, I thought I’d get a head start by meeting my team here.” “Your team?” I asked, a bit confused. “My personal trainers,” he clarified, gesturing to the three people nearby. “They work with many members of the pack. I trust them.” I took in the group: a petite woman with white-blonde hair, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a shaved head, and a young man with tawny skin and a lean, muscular build. “So, you’re saying you want to set up a workout regimen for me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in exaggerated offense.

“I'm stressed that many of you already know me, but for those that don't, I'm Trent, and I would be your trainer.” Everyone clapped and I followed in motion since I had no idea what to do.

“You didn’t get what I said? Well, whatever… I was just trying to flirt with you.” I cleared my throat. “But actually, are you finding it hard to get on the machine? Because uhmm…” I swallowed hard. “You’re not doing it right.” He sat up straighter, rolling his shoulders back. “Yeah… I actually do need a little assistance. It’s my first time hitting the gym. I really don’t know how any of this shit works. I was even thinking about getting a personal trainer,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, fair enough…but why pay for a personal trainer when I’m right here, baby?”

I'll personally seek an end to him eye fucking me the next time he tries. And Kenny's not wrong about my personal training journey. I miss not being active every day and working with people, but I don't have a couple thousand just lying around like some people do, but I'm not going to go to Elias and ask him for his help. Hell, I'm still trying to break down his walls, for Christ's sake.