Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Iris’s POV

I hadn’t seen Rowan since the kiss incident two weeks ago. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that I had been avoiding him. Though I knew that he had been avoiding me too. We both knew it was easier not to cross paths.

Every time I thought about it, my stomach tightened with a feeling that was not unpleasant. Instead, it left me uneasy, and restless, so I needed to keep busy to shake off the heat that memory brought up.

So I focused on training.

Lucas watched me closely as I slammed my fist into the training dummy again and again. It wasn’t a normal dummy, it was made for werewolves. It was heavy, strong and rough, like punching a tree. Each punch tore at my knuckles. I could feel my old wounds from the previous day opening again.

“Again,” Lucas said flatly, his arms crossed.

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I grit my teeth and forced another punch. My arm shook from the impact, and my knuckles were probably about to start bleeding again.

Pain shot up my wrist, but I ignored it and hit again. And again. I was panting heavily. Sweat dripped down my face.

The dummy didn’t move no matter how many times I hit it. Each strike only shook my bones. My knuckles felt like they were cracking apart. I winced but pushed forward, throwing another blow. My arm shook with the effort, and a sharp sting made me hiss in pain.

“Pathetic,” Lucas muttered.

The word stung worse than the pain on my fists. drew back my arm and slammed it forward with everything I had. The impact sent pain bursting through my whole arm. The skin on my knuckles tore open, and blood stained the surface of the dummy.

“Again,” he ordered coldly.

I forced my body to obey, and struck again. And again. My arms felt heavy, but I couldn’t stop. I bit down on the pain, wincing every time my knuckles hit the dummy.

Blood dripped down the back of my hand now. My fingers trembled when I pulled back, but I still pushed forward.

“Where is your wolf?” Lucas asked suddenly.

I froze mid-strike, my fist paused at the surface of the dummy. My chest tightened at his

words.

“What?” I asked, blinking at him, breathing heavily.

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“Your wolf,” he repeated, tilting his head slightly. “You’ve been training like this for days now. You push your body to its limit. But where is your wolf? You heal worse than an omega and it’s not really helping you.”

My mouth went dry. I looked away, staring at the dummy instead of at him. “I don’t know.”

Lucas crossed his arms. “But you’re not an omega, right?”

I clenched my throbbing fists. “No,”

“So where is your wolf?” He asked.

“She’s… quiet.” I replied slowly.

“Quiet?” Lucas repeated with a sharp tone. “Or are you ignoring her?”

I glared at him. “I’m not ignoring her. She’s just not responding.’

“Wolves don’t just disappear,” he said coldly. “If she’s not responding, then something is wrong. With her or with you.”

Annoyance flared within me. Honestly, I had been expecting this question for several days. I had seen the curious looks that Shane and Lucas gave me during training when I winced from an old injury from days ago, because werewolves generally healed much faster than that.

Lucas continued. “You can’t afford to be cut off from your wolf. Without her, you are weaker, slower, and vulnerable.”

I swallowed hard.

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