Possessed By The Cruel Alpha

CHAPTER 2

They saw the whole thing that happened and they looked like they felt a little sorry for me but I pretended like nothing happened.

"Taylor. I'll take their food to them when it's ready. You're not going back over there." James says as he walks past me and I nod my head.

That was a really long shift for me even though it was only four hours because those guys didn't seem to want to leave until James kicked them out. And by the time the place closed I grabbed my stuff and I headed out the front door with the cook. He looked a little concerned about leaving me alone, but he knew that I hated people making a fuss over me.

I walked another block down the road and I made the last training session for the day. I walked into the gym and I saw the pack's head warrior there. He was 6 foot 5 with short brown hair and very defined muscles with his entire back covered in a single tattoo that told a story, which always caught me off guard when I saw it. I could help by stare at it. It was something of beauty, not something that was just thrown together that you see on so many people. He turned to look at me and smiled when he realized that it was me as he was just getting things ready and I got weak in the knees whenever I caught sight of that smile. So I gathered myself and I went to the locker room and I got dressed into a black and white sports bra, black and white tights, socks, and sand shoes.

I went out to the gym and finished helping Ethan set everything up.

"I didn't think you were going to make it today." Ethan says as we were unrolling the mats on the floor.

"I managed to make it as soon as the diner closed." I say.

"When do you find time to do your homework?" He asked.

Ethan was always interested in me and what I was doing. Making sure that everything was going alright in my life. He took a real interest. One of the very few in this pack that did.

"I find the time." I say.

"I'd say so. You never seem to want to go home." He says.

"Would you?" I asked.

"Good point. Is she still pretending like you don't exist?" He asked.

"Of course she is. So does he. Who the f**k cares? Let's get this sorted out." I say pointing to some other equipment, hinting that I didn’t want to talk about it. It's no secret about Victoria and Thomas and how much they hated me. But I always made sure to play it down a lot more than what was really going on. I didn't need everyone knowing my entire personal life. So, we finished setting up the equipment and there were only four others that joined us for the late training session. So, I had to team up with Ethan which is what we always did when there was an uneven number of people there.

We spent two hours training which was typical and then I helped Ethan start packing up the equipment while the other guys left but one hung around like he always did watching me and I always made small talk with him. But that's as far as I’d allow it to go. And Ethan finally kicked him out.

"I thought they were never going to leave." Ethan says shutting the door and locking it from the inside. And when he turned around I ran up and jumped in his arms and he caught me and started kissing me immediately.

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself." I said.

"Do you hear me complaining?" He asked, smirking.

"I didn't think so." I say. And he carried me over to the middle of the floor where the mats were still on the ground instead of the concrete.

He started kissing me around my neck and I grabbed the hem of his shorts and started pulling at them and he grabbed my head and again he started kissing me.

Being with Ethan was probably the only thing that I really looked forward to every day. The training session and how the training session ended. It was the only time when I actually felt important. Like someone around here actually cared about me. We enjoyed each other's company, and even though we made sure that no one knew about us, he still made me feel a lot more special than anyone ever had.

"Well, that was fun." I say, as we were lying on the mat. And he chuckled.

"Yeah. Just a little." He said breathlessly.

I waited for a couple minutes to catch my breath and I grabbed my clothes and I started getting dressed again.

Ethan got dressed as well and I grabbed my bag and he had to lock the place up. He hated me walking home this late by myself so he gave me a lift. But he dropped me off down the road from my house and I walked the rest of the way.

As soon as I got to our small little cabin looking house I walked up the front stairs and I opened the door only to be met with someone's fist right in my face that knocked me flying against the opposite wall.