Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Iris’s POV

The second I stepped out of my room, I shoved both of my hands into my pockets like I was hiding stolen goods. I knew it was stupid, but my brain wouldn’t stop screaming at me to cover them, like they were forbidden.

Shane was leaning against the wall waiting for me with a smirk on his face.

“Do you want Lucas to chew your head off? Why the waste of time?”

I gave him a shaky smile, trying to act cool.

“Or were you putting on makeup?” He asked with a teasing grin.

I rolled my eyes. “Please. If I was putting on makeup, you would still be standing here

tomorrow.”

He chuckled. “That’s true. Though, I doubt makeup could help you survive Lucas anyway. Even if you’re planning on seducing him, it won’t work. Lucas is in love with his gamma role and nothing else.”

I snorted. “Wow. Thanks for the confidence boost,” I shot back, pretending in mock offense.

He chuckled, but the moment his eyes flicked at my hands shoved in my pockets, his smile faded, and he tilted his head in surprise.

“What the…” he trailed off.

I quickly avoided his eyes, increasing my pace.

He easily kept up with his long legs. “Where the hell are your bandages?”

My stomach dropped. I shrugged, trying to look casual, and pretending not to notice how sharp his gaze was on me. “I took them off.” I replied calmly.

“Why?” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you suddenly like seeing how bloody and battered your knuckles are.”

“They’re not that bad anymore,” I said quickly, but my voice sounded too defensive.

Shane stepped closer, and before I could react he caught my wrist and yanked my hand out of my pocket.

His eyes widened. “Holy-”

He turned my hands over, then ran his fingers over my knuckles, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Your hands. They’re… they’re fine.” He muttered almost to himself.

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I jerked my hands back and shoved them behind me. “Stop staring at me like I just grew a second head.”

“Stop acting like you didn’t.” Shane furrowed deeply. “Two days ago, your hands were brutally injured. It was a bloody mess. You couldn’t even close your fist without crying out in pain. And now-” He stared at my hands. “This is not possible.”

I tried to look casual, but I could feel sweat gathering at the back of my neck. “Maybe I healed faster than-”

“Bullshit.” He cut me off, stepping closer, his voice dropped low. “Don’t lie to me, Iris. I know what your hands looked like before it was wrapped. Your wounds have never healed that fast before. I know how long it took for your broken fist to heal.”

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my eyes, but it was forced. “I put ointment on it. It worked better than I thought. End of story.”

“Ointment?” His voice dripped with disbelief. “What kind of miracle ointment closes deep gashes, removes bruising, and erases scars in less than twelve hours? Do you have some shady witchcraft potion?”

“No!” I snapped. “I don’t.”

He frowned. “Then what was it? Did your wolf do this?”

The question made my chest tighten. I looked away, biting down on my lip. “I don’t know.”

There was silence for a moment.

“You really don’t know how it happened?” His voice was softer now.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Shane studied me for a long second, as if trying to confirm if I was really telling the truth.

Then he winced, running a hand through his hair. “Well… then I don’t know how the hell you’re going to explain this to Lucas.”

My stomach twisted into a knot. “Don’t remind me.

“You do realize,” Shane continued, “the second he sees your hands, he’s going to know something’s off. And you know that he doesn’t let things slide.”

“I know,” I muttered. My heart was already pounding just thinking about it.

“Want me to distract him for you?” he asked suddenly, his lips twitching in amusement.

I gave him a flat look. “Distract Lucas? How? By challenging him to a fight? Because that’s the only thing that would keep his attention off me.”

Shane grinned. “Not a bad idea.”

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I groaned. “I doubt that would work.”

“Or,” he continued, ignoring me completely, “I could just tell him you broke down crying last night and begged me for mercy, so I carried you to bed and tucked you in like a baby.”

I stopped walking and glared at him. “Say that and I’ll strangle you.”

He smirked. “See? That’s the spirit. Keep that energy for training and for when Lucas will grill you endlessly.”

I shoved past him, trying to ignore how my heart sped up with every step toward the training ground.

My hands were clenched in my pockets again, but I knew it was no use.

Titire walk, Shane kept glancing at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle. It was infuriating.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered.

“Like what?”

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