Chapter 77
Evelyn’s POV
The next night, I return to the pack house’s gym to begin my training with Kane. A small part of me can’t help but question if I’m going to walk into some sort of trap or there’s going to be a catch to Kane’s offering.
But that part of me is very small. It’s strange, but I don’t find myself doubting Kane’s intentions as much as I usually would. Perhaps because he did promise, and I don’t think Kane would be the type to simply throw those words out. Especially if he didn’t mean them.
After all, he needs this too. Bettering my strength will help earn the pack’s trust and benefit both of us.
As I push open the door of the gym, I discover that Kane is already there, his back turned to me. He’s setting out some weights, lifting the dumbbells with absolute ease as he places them next to a weight bench.
“Are you gonna come in? Or do you just plan on standing there all night?” Kane asks.
I didn’t realize that he’d even noticed me, which is dumb. He’d likely scented me before I even opened the door.
Clearing my throat, I step through the doorway, letting the door fall shut behind me so Kane and I are now alone. I then drop my gym bag. I begin to pull my hair up in a ponytail, eyeing him as he finishes setting up.
“I’m surprised to see you’re actually wearing a shirt,” I comment, nodding to the black t-shirt he wears. Funny, since last time he insisted on instantly shedding the layer.
“Disappointed?” Kane asks, causing my eyes to lift from his chest and meet his gaze. His brow is lifted, a slight twitch on his lips as if he’s trying to contain his amusement.
I scowl at him, my hair finally secure. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I tell him.
Is Kane nice to look at? Yes, most of the time. You know, when I don’t feel like punching him in the face.
But am I disappointed that he’s not shirtless? No. That’s ridiculous.
“Alright, little wolf. Quit stalling,” Kane tosses at me, signaling me to join him.
“I’m not stalling,” I press back as I come over, hearing his sigh as I come to his side.
“Fucking hell. Someone’s feeling combative,” he states.
“I am not – “I begin but Kane stops me as he comes behind me, his hands planting on my shoulders so he can press down. His touch sends me down too, causing me to sit on the weight bench.
His message is clear – it’s time to get to business.
“Stretch out your arms,” he tells me and I humor him, loosening my muscles as I bring my arm across my chest. My body feels sore after Josie’s ambush the previous night, but stretching does help.
“We’re going to start with light weights,” Kane begins. “Building your overall strength will be our main focus.”
As I finish my stretching, Kane picks up the smallest weights he’d set out and hands them to me. “Do some curls,” he states.
I awkwardly do what he says, lifting the weights toward my chest. I have a small grimace on my face, knowing I’m doing it wrong. But that doesn’t mean I’m pleased when I hear Kane snort out a laugh.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, amused.
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1 furrow my brow, scowling. “Lifting,” I insist.
“Your whole body is practically rocking with the weights,” he says. “You look insane.”
I immediately stop, my stare becoming colder as he still smirks at me. However, he then walks around me,
stopping to stand right behind me as his warm palms slide onto my bare shoulders. I have to fight the sudden urge to shudder.
“Go again,” he says, his hands remaining in place. As much as I want to spite him, I again start lifting the weights, but this time, Kane holds my body in place. “Slower,” he orders.
Again, I follow his directions, my arms easily growing sore from the movement. However, it’s a good burn. Or maybe that’s just the heat of his hands that are still on me.
“It’s about control,” he tells me. “Not about how much weight you can lift, but how well you can control it as you lift and release.”
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