Chapter 2 Embarrassment
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Eryn POV
Training the next morning is brutal. I am having a hard time keeping my eyes on Emma when Kyle is walking around without his shirt on. Ugh. What is going on with me? I need to get rid of this pent-up energy.
I throw a punch at Emma, and she runs in the other direction. We've been at this for over an hour, and Emma keeps refusing to spar with me.
"Emma," I groan. "Time is almost up. Stop running away."
"I am not training with you," Emma protests.
"Why not?" I pretend to be wounded.
"Because you have been training since birth," Emma replies. "I have a date tonight, and I don't want bruises."
I roll my eyes. "You are a werewolf," I remind her. "You will heal."
"Not fast enough with the way you hit," she says as she runs from another one of my punches.
"Emma, Eryn," my dad's voice booms over the class.
I cut my eyes at Emma. Now I am in trouble because she keeps running from me. Dad is standing in front of me with his hands on his hips. He doesn't bother looking at Emma.
"Emma, go train with Jesse," he commands.
"Thank the Goddess," Emma whispers as she runs off.
Dad is glaring at me. "You need to be training harder if you want to get into the Warriors Academy."
"It isn't my fault Emma is a wuss," I pout.
"From now on, you will be training with the future Alpha," Dad informs me.
"What? Not Kyle," I groan. "What about Zach?"
"He has Beta training," Dad reminds me.
Kyle stands next to Dad with a smirk on his face. I can feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment. Memories of yesterday keep flooding through my mind. My dreams were full of his hands roaming over my body last night, and I woke up this morning in a terrible mood.
There is a longing ache between my legs that I don't know how to get rid of, and looking at Kyle only seems to make it worse.
"Beta," Kyle says respectfully to my dad.
"Make sure my daughter trains hard," Dad says before he walks away.
"That will not be a problem," Kyle replies, not taking his hazel eyes off mine.
I stare back at Kyle, and I don't think I have ever noticed how beautiful his eyes are before. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, trying to suppress the feelings that are building in my chest.
Kyle steps close to me, and my breath hitches in my chest. "Are you ready?" He whispers next to my ear, sending goosebumps down my skin.
I shake my head and press my hands against his chest. Pushing him away, I snarl in his direction. "I am always ready."
"Then bring it, Nerd," he jokes. He motions me forward with his fingers.
Kyle begins to circle me. I spin around. I don't want to let him get behind me, but I can't seem to stay focused.
Kyle lunges at me from behind and wraps his hand around my throat. "You are getting sloppy," he whispers as he pulls me close to his body.
He flexes his fingers around my neck and presses his body against mine. A strange feeling washes over me, and a moan leaves my lips.
My eyes widen in shock at what I have just done, and I am mortified. I can only hope Kyle didn't hear it. I wrap my hands around his hands and try to flip him over my shoulders. But he is too large.
Kyle is laughing hysterically as I struggle against him. Fighting him is much different than fighting Emma or Jesse, and I am getting frustrated.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath; I ignore the delicious scent of sandalwood rolling off Kyle. I pretend like Kyle is my dad and recall all of my training.
Jamming my elbow into Kyle's abdomen, I hear him gasp for air. I then stomp on his instep, and he finally lets go of my throat. I spin around before he can grab me again and punch Kyle in the nose. Blood runs down his face, and he backs away.
His eyes are watering, but I am not one to show mercy. Dad taught me that. I fling myself onto Kyle's back and wrap my arm around his throat. I tighten my arm around his neck, and he tries to pull me off his back.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight. But what I don't plan on is Kyle falling backward. My back hits the ground, and I am unable to breathe. I am pinned to the ground by Kyle's body. My legs flop to the side, and I release Kyle from my grasp.
I expect the fight to be over, but I forgot to tap out. Kyle flips over on top of me and pins my arms to my side with his legs. I push my lip out in a pout. Everyone is looking at us. This looks bad.
Kyle isn't paying attention to everyone else like I am. His eyes are on me. They keep flickering between my lips and breasts. His eyes are swirling to black, and I know his wolf is close to the surface.
I grind my teeth together. "Get off me."
"Do you tap?" Kyle asks.
This is the first fight I have lost in a long time, and I don't want to tap out, but I can't break free. My chest is rising up and down angrily. I am in nothing but a pair of leggings and a sports bra, and Kyle doesn't seem to mind the view.
"Get off," I growl at him.
Kyle taps me playfully on the nose. "Not until you tap."
The tone of his voice makes me want to scream. He is playing with me, and I don't like it. Anger builds up in my body, and I twist underneath him. The more I wiggle, the more I begin to feel something hard pressing against me from between Kyle's legs.
I come to the realization of what it is and I feel the sudden need to get out of here. "I tap," I scream.
Kyle rolls off me and adjusts the front of his pants before he offers me his hand to help me up. I slap away his hand and get to my feet myself. With my hands balled up at my sides, I storm out of the gym.
My dad is yelling at me, but I refuse to turn around. I kick the door to the locker room open and punch my locker before I try to open it.
"You are pathetic, you know that, don't you," Jesse's voice comes from behind me.
I have to take several calming breaths before I turn around. "Can I help you?"
"You keep throwing yourself at Kyle," she informs me. "You are wasting your time."
"Kyle is like my brother," I tell Jesse.
"Whatever," she says before she walks into the showers.
Leaning back against the locker, I run my hand down my face. Everything seems to have changed last night. Kyle doesn't feel like my brother anymore.
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