Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

I saw him standing exactly where I had left him with his arms still crossed, and stiff posture. He didn’t even glance away as if watching me suffer was part of his entertainment.

By the second lap, I was wheezing like a dying engine. For a second I thought about collapsing just to see if he would care and cancel the remaining. But knowing Lucas, he would probably just tell me to get up and stop wasting his time with that cold look in his eyes.

My lungs burned, my legs ached, and sweat was already dripping down my back. I staggered to a stop, gasping for air.

Lucas didn’t even blink. “Now time for stretches.”

He walked me through each one. There were shoulder rolls, lunges, squats, and some other things I had never even heard of. His instructions were sharp and cold. “Lower. Hold it. Stop cheating. Take it again.”

Every correction came sharply, like a slap. My thighs burned. My shoulders shook. My clothes were soaked with

sweat.

And still, Lucas still continued coldly and ruthlessly. Lower. Straighter. Again.

In my head, I mocked him. ‘Of course, Lucas. I’ll just keep bending myself because clearly I’m built out of rubber and I feel no pain at all.’

But I said nothing out loud. Because the second I opened my mouth, he would probably triple the sets just to

torture me even more.

By the end of it, my muscles screamed like they were on fire.

And this was just the warm-up.

Lucas looked at me, his expression was cold, but I could see a mocking gleam in his eye. “Already tired?”

I wanted to snap at him, but all I could manage to breathe out was, “No.”

His eyebrow twitched, just slightly. “Alright, we’ll see.”

Then he moved on to drills. Footwork, stances, balance. He corrected every little thing. My posture. My breathing. Where my eyes were.

“Your stance is weak.”

“Too slow. Again.”

“You’re dropping your shoulder. That’ll get you killed.”

“Focus.”

His voice cut through me every time. He didn’t yell, but it was sharp enough to slice through me.

I tried. I really did. But no matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. He tore me down with every correction. And the worst part was that I knew he wasn’t wrong.

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By the time the sun had started to rise higher, my body felt like it had been torn into pieces and sewn up. Every muscle trembled, my arms were heavy, my legs felt like jelly, and sweat stuck my hair to my forehead.

And Lucas still looked like he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

He circled me slowly, with a cold look. “Pathetic.”

I flinched. The word cut deeper than I wanted to admit.

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