Chapter 93
Evelyn’s POV
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Alexander lifts a brow. “A will?”
“Y-yes. Like a secret will,” I continue. “I know it’s a shot in the dark, but seeing as your father was close to my mother, I figured he might know something.”
To that, Alexander hums, thinking. “He’s never mentioned anything, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did know something. I can ask him and let you know, if you’d like?”
Instantly, I nod. “Yes! That would be fantastic! Thank you.”
Alexander smiles back. “Of course, Evie,” he says. He then leans forward. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
Following his words, I feel Alexander’s palm slide onto my leg, resting on my thigh. Immediately, everything inside of me seems to freeze and lock up as heat comes into my cheeks,
“Oh, I um,” I begin, trying to get my head on straight. Finally, I try my best to seem nonchalant as I stand up. “I should get going. I’m supposed to be at my training with Kane soon.”
Alexander gives a small laugh. “Kane is actually training you?” he asks, somewhat surprised. “I thought he’d just made that up and it was all for show.”
“What? No. No, of course not,” I stumble out. However, I can understand why Alexander would think that after Kane had been so cold to him. Still, I’ve learned that Kane is the type of person who can and will see something through.
“I assure you he really is training me. It’s definitely not for show,” I inform him. “Thank you for dinner. I should go before I’m late.”
I don’t wait for Alexander to reply. I let myself out, hoping my discomfort isn’t as obvious as it feels.
After taking a few moments to myself and getting changed, I feel a little more relaxed once I arrive at the gym for my session with Kane. I walk in, finishing securing my ponytail in place as I notice Kane is already here.
His back is to me and he’s currently shirtless, which gives me a view of each and every muscle in his back as he throws blows at the punching bag in front of him. It appears that he’s already deep in his own workout as his skin is slick with sweat, frustration seeming to fuel his punches as they harshly collide with the bag.
I continue to watch him as I set down my stuff, becoming more and more certain that Kane is blowing off some steam as he doesn’t relent. Watching him workout like this is terrifying, impressive, and intriguing all at the same time. Perhaps this is his real way of coping with his anger toward the rogue wolves.
Finally, as he takes a moment to breathe, his chest expanding and contracting quick and heavy, I clear my throat.
“Jeez, I’d really hate to be that punching bag,” I say, folding my arms over my chest.
Kane glances over his shoulder, his gaze finding mine, I can tell he isn’t surprised to see me he’d likely already scented me.
“What are you doing here?” he asks me, not humoring my comment.
“I’m here for training,” I tell him, as if it’s obvious. Which it should be – we’re scheduled to workout right after dinner every Tuesday night.
“We’re not training today,” Kane informs me, beginning to unwrap his hands.
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“What? Why?” I blurt.
“You were just in the hospital yesterday,” he states coolly. “You need to rest.”
“I’m fine,” I insist. And truly, I am. I’m not even sore anymore and my head doesn’t hurt. “I can workout, Kane. The doctor cleared me.”
Still, Kane doesn’t buy this, waving off my words as he moves onto the next phase of his own workout. He begins to set his weights for lifting, the muscles in his arms beautiful flexing as he works.
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