Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Iris’s POV

I barely slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, Jasmine’s horror stories came rushing back like nightmares. Callen’s ruined legs. Marcus’s humiliation. The broken nose. The broken arm.

By the time I finally slept off, I had already conjured several scenarios where Lucas destroyed me completely.

So when I sat up in bed and saw the clock reading 4:57 a.m., I knew there was no point trying to sleep anymore. My heart was already pounding too fast.

I brushed, showered, and got dressed quietly, putting on the plainest clothes I had.

By 5:30 a.m., I was ready. I was already considering faking a rare illness just to escape this, but something told me Rowan would drag me out of bed himself if I tried that.

I winced as I remembered that I didn’t know where exactly the training ground was. I should have asked Jasmine or Asher yesterday.

Even though I didn’t want to stumble around blindly this early in the morning, I had no choice.

So I left the room, with the mental map of the training ground in my head. I had been watching the training grounds from the top floor for some days, so I used that memory to guide me. The hallways were longer than I thought, and each corner tried to confuse me.

For a second, I had to pause as I thought I had gotten myself completely lost, until I finally found a large set of doors at the end of the corridor.

When I pushed them open, the cool morning air hit me and I released a soft sigh of relief.

The training grounds weren’t at all what I expected. From the window, it looked big. But now that I was close, it was massive. It was divided into several sections. From my window, I hadn’t seen everything. There were sparring rings, obstacle courses, rows of training dummies, and several racks of weapons.

Right in the center, standing like a statue, was Lucas.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Of course he was already there.

He stood with his arms crossed, wide shoulders, and an unreadable expression on his face. His sharp grey eyes were fixed on me the second I stepped in, and for some reason my lungs forgot how to work properly.

“You’re late,” he said flatly.

I stopped dead in my tracks, blinking at him incredulously. “Late? You said six. It’s not even six yet. I’m pretty sure I’m early.”

He stared at me, unimpressed, like he was already bored with the conversation. “Whe. I say six, that means training starts at six. Which means you should be here long before then for warm-ups and stretches.”

I gaped at him. “How was I supposed to know that?”

“You should have known that,” he replied, his voice cool and sharp. “It’s common sense.’

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Chapter 67

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That’s ridiculous. I almost said, but I bit my tongue before the words could escape. My fists clenched at my sides. I swallowed hard, nodding stiffly instead. “Fine.”

“Good. Then let’s start.’

That was it. No introductions or explanations. Just straight into it.

Lucas pointed toward the empty stretch of field. “We’ll begin with warm-ups. Jog around that field.”

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