Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Iris’s POV

Lucas’s eyes hardened. “No one cares how much you’re trying if there are no results because trying without results is the same as failing,” he said flatly.

I clenched my fists tightly, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through my hand. His words stung because he was right. The rogues that attacked me that night hadn’t cared how hard I was trying to bring my wolf out. If Rowan hadn’t shown up, my effort wouldn’t have mattered, I would have been dead.

It wouldn’t matter how much I tried if Chloe cornered me again.

I looked down, swallowing hard, as my heart ached.

Lucas studied me, and for a second I saw his expression shift. His jaw tightened, and his eyes flickered, like he noticed something on my face. But whatever he saw, he didn’t say anything about it.

Instead, he stepped back. “Enough,” he said coldly. “That’s all for today.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but I closed it. Part of me wanted to argue, to demand to keep going, but the truth was my body was shaking, and my knuckles were shredded. I couldn’t pretend, I couldn’t continue.

Lucas turned away, already walking out. “Clean yourself up. Don’t bleed all over the training floor. Don’t come in tomorrow. There’s no use. With your slow healing you won’t be able to do anything useful by tomorrow.”

Heat crept up in my cheeks as shame flooded me. The tone he used was enough to make me feel small and useless.

I lowered myself to the ground, sitting on the floor of the training ground. I stayed still for a few moments, breathing hard, staring at the unmoving dummy. My fists throbbed. My chest ached.

I didn’t even realize that Shane had walked up until his voice broke the silence. “Woah.”

I blinked and looked at him. His eyes were on my destroyed hands. “Those look terrible,” he said bluntly, wincing. “Did he make you-” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “Never mind. Of course he did.”

I stayed silent.

He crouched a little, tilting his head to catch my eyes, but I looked away, focusing on the floor. The words I wanted to say weren’t coming. My head was filled with Lucas’s demeaning voice, and the emptiness inside me where my wolf should be.

Shane sighed. “Alright,” he muttered. “If you’re not going to talk, then at least don’t be

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stubborn. Come on, clinic first.”

I didn’t move.

“Iris.” He called again. His voice was firm, but there was worry there. “You can ignore me all you want, but those hands are bad. You’re not walking out of here until a healer looks at them.”

I finally sighed. He wasn’t going to let this go, and honestly, I didn’t have the energy to fight him. Silently, I stood up, brushing the sweat from my forehead. My body felt heavy, but I forced myself to move.

Shane walked beside me as we left the training area. I could feel his eyes on me as we walked, but he didn’t push me to speak. He must have known I was too far in my thoughts.

The clinic was quiet when we entered. Olivia, one of the healers, glanced up, frowning as soon as she saw the state of my hands. “Come on, enter this room,” she ordered firmly.

I obeyed without protest, walking into the room, and sitting on the bed. Shane leaned against the wall, with his arms crossed as he watched.

Olivia worked quickly. She cleaned and wrapped my knuckles. I hissed as she worked, but I didn’t pull away.

“Try not to use them until they close again,” she instructed. “You’ll

keep hitting things like this.”

I nodded silently.

Shane scoffed. “Tell that to Lucas,”

wear the skin open if you

Olivia winced. Olivia was the healer who always treated me whenever I came in with injuries from my training with Lucas.

“Thank you, Olivia,” Shane said, when she was done, giving her a small smile.

My head stayed low as I walked out. My hands burned from the pain, but the only pain I felt at that moment was in my chest. I needed my wolf back or I would never be good enough.

I kept my eyes fixed on the ground as we walked, but when I finally looked up, I caught a glimpse of someone turning down another hallway very fast, like they didn’t want to be seen.

Rowan.

Even from a distance, I knew it was him. Those broad shoulders. That dark hair.

I dropped my gaze again. My chest twisted, but I shoved it down. I didn’t have the space in my head for him at this moment.

However, I didn’t notice that he had glanced back to see my hands wrapped in fresh bandages. But by then, I had already turned away.

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