I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 194

**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn 194**

**Chapter 194**

In the quiet confines of my room, I hurriedly donned my workout attire, the fabric a familiar embrace against my skin. The ritual was comforting, a small anchor in a sea of solitude. I rummaged through my belongings until I unearthed my earbuds, those tiny devices that connected me to the pulsating beats of my favorite tunes. With a determined stride, I made my way downstairs, knowing that the sooner I began my workout, the sooner I could bask in that sweet, intoxicating relief of accomplishment.

As I descended the staircase, the sound of rhythmic thuds echoed through the air, a symphony of fists striking the punching bag. Rose was already immersed in her workout, her focus evident in the way she moved, each punch a testament to her dedication. I cast a quick glance around, searching for Ava, but her absence was palpable. I shrugged off the concern, convinced that if she didn’t join us soon, Raechel would undoubtedly drag her down with her infectious enthusiasm.

“Over here, Samantha!” Raechel’s voice sliced through the air, commanding my attention. I felt a grimace tug at the corners of my mouth, but I quickly suppressed it as I approached the mat where she was diligently stretching. “Warm up and stretch; then you and I are on the mat.” I nodded, acknowledging her authority like a soldier bracing for a drill, and began my routine. Facing Raechel on the mat was like stepping into the ring with a seasoned champion—daunting and exhilarating all at once.

It felt like mere moments before Raechel beckoned me to the mat, and we plunged into our session. Within minutes, I was drenched in sweat, my body protesting yet somehow invigorated by the exertion. Sparring with her wasn’t my preferred way to spend the afternoon, but the physical release was something I craved. It was a chance to shake off the tension that clung to my muscles and feel the adrenaline surging through my veins.

Though I was acutely aware that I would never match Raechel’s level of skill, I could sense a gradual improvement in my abilities and stamina. For the first time, a flicker of confidence ignited within me; perhaps I could actually defend myself if the situation demanded it. This was precisely what Raechel aimed for—she often reminded us that self-defense wasn’t merely a skill; it was a means to reclaim our sense of safety and empowerment.

After what felt like an eternity of grappling and exchanging blows, we finally wrapped up our session and trudged back upstairs. I grabbed a water bottle, collapsing into a chair in the kitchen as I fought to regain my breath. Raechel, her stretching routine complete, followed us into the kitchen, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. “Max is here.”

Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel and headed toward the front door, her excitement infectious. I couldn’t help but notice the identical expressions of anticipation on Ava and Rose’s faces, mirroring my own eagerness.

Moments later, Raechel re-entered the kitchen, Max trailing closely behind her. The sight of them together was striking; they formed an impressive duo, a perfect blend of strength and grace. I could finally understand why they were affectionately dubbed the Dark Knight and the Dark Angel within the Chicago fight ring.

Max, despite his formidable presence, exuded a softness that emerged only in Raechel’s company. Their love story was nothing short of legendary—he had ventured into the fight ring to seek her out after Emma, the alpha’s mate, had caught a glimpse of Raechel in a vision. Little did he know that the fighter he sought would turn out to be his destined mate. He had rescued her, bringing her back to safety, a knight in shining armor in a world fraught with danger.

“…for fight night,” Raechel was saying, and I snapped back to the present, tuning into the conversation. The expressions on Ava and Rose’s faces revealed they were hearing the same passionate pitch Raechel always delivered—her relentless attempts to persuade us to participate in the monthly fight night event.

Any member of the pack could sign up to be on the roster, but I had never attended one myself, leaving me clueless about the specifics. However, I did know that the winner would face Garrett, the alpha. Just the thought of it sent shivers racing down my spine; he was every bit as intimidating as Max, if not more so. The only thing that slightly tempered his fearsome presence was the calming aura of his mate, Emma, by his side. But the idea of stepping into the ring against him? No, thank you. I needed to put an end to this conversation before it spiraled further. “We don’t want to go to fight night, Raechel,” I stated firmly, my voice steady.

Her intense gaze locked onto mine, and I willed myself to hold my ground. “It would be good for you,” she insisted, her tone unwavering, filled with the kind of confidence that made me question my own.

I nodded, fully aware that this wasn’t the first time we had danced around this topic.

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