Present Day
Kaitlin’s POV
Fifty minutes later, I felt ten times better, and my mind felt clear. I looked around for an empty area for us to box. Landing on a spot in the back with little equipment provided a good place for us to spar and talk. “How are you feeling?” I asked him, starting our combination workout. “Honest answer? I fear you will have to deal with more emotions than myself. I have changed, Kait. I am no longer a punching bag. He can't get at me so easily this time around. I should be asking you that question.” His answer surprised me.
“What do you mean?” I asked quietly, ignoring his last statement, taking us into slow punch combinations. “I fear you will leave here with his balls in your luggage and start a war.” I laughed loudly and missed my target, sending a punch straight to his gut. “Oh. My. Goddess!” I said between giggles, “I AM SO SORRY!” And fell to the floor laughing hysterically.
“Ohhhh, Blayn, thank you. I needed that!” I was still trying to compose myself, and getting back up from the ground, I looked at my best friend. Blayn looks miserable from the solid punch I landed. “I wish I hadn’t said anything now.” He groans out but smirks. “Oh, come on, big boy, it didn’t hurt that bad,” I say sarcastically. “Nope.” He says, popping the p. Jumping up and tackling me to the ground, pinning me underneath him.
I managed to get out of his hold and switch our positions with his arm behind his back, pulling at the shoulder socket. He taps me twice, the universal signal for giving up. “Good, you’re getting better!” He praises me. “I think my work is done with your grappling; you will start with Tyler when we return home.” I sighed, pretending to be bummed out, “Great, I shouldn’t have done that then!” I said with a teasing smile; I was pretty pleased with myself. If I start grappling with Tyler, that means I am getting stronger and back to where I was before stupid Dakota Bane. I danced around a bit.
We finish our boxing and make our way towards the weights. “You got it?” Blayn looks over at me as if I can't handle his plan for me. “Yea, go get buff, handsome.” I smile. I hate doing circuits with him, so I usually go off alone with his training plan ingrained in my head. I am grateful. He has me toned in all the right places. When I wear something feminine, I pull it off well. I look stunning with long, lean muscles that I can show off in any clothing style.
I start with my legs since I can plant myself on a bench for most of my arm exercises. I felt eyes on me and looked around. Strangely, there weren’t many people here, and I didn't immediately catch anyone looking at me, so I brushed it off. I put in my headphones, looked for my Skrillix playlist once, and found the press machine. By the end of my leg sets, I am drenched in sweat, and my clothes are sticking to me uncomfortably. I move to find a flat bench, and before I can sit on an open one, this massive douche throws his towel on the bench I am standing next to.
“What the hell, dude?” I grit out, removing my headphones from one ear, “I was about to sit here.” He looks down at me, smirking. I schooled my features, looking at the massive figure before me. He is ripped and beyond hot with a light tan skin tone and a neat short goatee. His dark hair is tousled, and his dark eyes twinkle at me, “Sorry, princess, do you know where you are? These are the weights; the treadmills are over there.” He points back to where we were earlier and flexes his biceps.
Oh, this guy, I can feel my anger rising. “Yes, asshole, again, I WAS ABOUT TO SIT HERE.” I angrily got out and threw his towel a few benches down from me. He looks amused, “Well then, continue, princess. Do not mind me.” He flashed a panty-dropping smile, and I could smell that he was a wolf. My agitation at his audacity to flirt with an Alpha was at my max.
I roll my eyes and grab a few varying weights. I put my headphones back on and ignored the douche who was now overdoing it, trying to get my attention. I rolled my eyes again, trying to shut him out. About halfway through my set, he is suddenly in front of me, “Can I help you?” not taking my headphones out, showing my annoyance. He waits until I rip it from my ear, “WHAT?” I say, exasperated. “You have great form; what are you, princess, some bodybuilder?” “Stop calling me that.” I get out bitterly, “I don’t need some dude to come in and try to correct or show me what to do.” I ooze sarcasm at the end of the sentence. My tone took him aback, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just there aren’t a lot of women who come in here and know what to do.” Ugh, typical male.
“That’s because she isn’t just some woman, Beta Ryan.” I heard Blayn's voice come out a little defensively. “Beta Blayn, I didn’t know you were in town yet; this your mate?” I looked at the pair of males and rolled my eyes again. “Nope. That is my Alpha, Kaitlin Hamil.” He says with pride in his eyes. The douche takes a few steps away from me and instantly changes his demeanor, “Alpha Kaitlin, I am so sorry, I didn’t realize..” I cut him off. “It’s fine; please let me finish so I can leave.” He excuses himself and quickly walks away from us, a little terror in his eyes.