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listen that they had taken him away for good. She touched the thin, white stretch marks that circled her belly button. She had gotten them when she was pregnant, and she would never regret them. Never. No matter what Joshua had told her.
The bruises had healed, and so had the torn and chafed skin every time Joshua wanted to restrain her and show her that he was stronger , even if she was a shifter. But Alice had never been a normal shifter, not in the sense of letting her inner animal out. In all regards she really was like a human. There were two smaller cuts on her left side from when she had stood up to him, and he had once again proved to her that she was so very weak. Her animal had even been too battered to come forward, but it wouldn’t have mattered, because even as a human Joshua had been strong, almost as powerful as a male shifter.
She quickly covered herself up, got ready for bed, and knew that it was going to be damn hard to only stay friends with Luke. But then she thought of actually being with him, of letting him see her naked body, and humiliation filled her. He made her feel so good, so happy, and made Joey smile. How could she turn away from something like that? The bigger question was, would she continue to let Joshua control her life from the grave?
Chapter Seven
Luke slammed his fist into the punching bag over and over again, needing to feel the pain and ache from this workout like he needed to breathe. Sweat dripped down his temples, over his chest, and splashed on the floor. He had been at this for the last four hours, and still he felt like he could tear someone’s head off. All he could hear replaying in his head like a broken record was Alice’s tiny voice telling him that she was broken and ruined. He slammed his fist into the red bag again, imagining it was that human fucker that had hurt what was his. The skin on his knuckles split , and the warmth of his blood sliding down his hands didn’t stop him from going harder and faster. He moved on the balls of his feet as the punching bag swung wildly from the force of his punches. The angry beats of music playing though the speakers overhead couldn’t drown out the pounding of his pulse in his ears, of the force of his breathing. The air sawed in and out of his lungs, and the burn felt fan-fucking-tastic, but it wasn’t enough to ease his cougar’s need to come out and tear some shit up.
It had been a week since he had taken Alice and Joey out to eat, and he hadn’t seen or talked to them since, well, not that they knew of anyway. It was eating him alive not to hear Alice’s voice, or the sound of Joey’s little giggle. He couldn’t count the number of times he had shifted and run free in the woods only to find himself right at the tree line of where he could see Alice’s house, and her standing at the kitchen window. It had taken a lot of fucking strength, but he had refrained from calling her or going to her. It had taken her a lot to tell him what she did, and he wasn’t going to push her. He knew when she was ready she’d come to him. At least he hoped she would.
The music cut off right before the next start, but when there was that second of silence he heard his phone ringing. He walked over to his iPod and turned it off before grabbing his phone and staring at the missed call that flashed across his screen. His already pounding heart picked up an even quicker pace as he saw that it had been Alice that had called. After he grabbed a towel and wiped down the sweat from his body, he took a seat on the bench pressed against the wall and just held the phone. His fingers itched to punch in her number, to hear her voice, and know that it was she who had called him because she had wanted to reach out. He lifted his head and glanced around the gym he had built in the basement of his home. He tried very hard to keep himself in check at all times, and although he had never had a problem making sure he was in charge and not his
The bruises had healed, and so had the torn and chafed skin every time Joshua wanted to restrain her and show her that he was stronger , even if she was a shifter. But Alice had never been a normal shifter, not in the sense of letting her inner animal out. In all regards she really was like a human. There were two smaller cuts on her left side from when she had stood up to him, and he had once again proved to her that she was so very weak. Her animal had even been too battered to come forward, but it wouldn’t have mattered, because even as a human Joshua had been strong, almost as powerful as a male shifter.
She quickly covered herself up, got ready for bed, and knew that it was going to be damn hard to only stay friends with Luke. But then she thought of actually being with him, of letting him see her naked body, and humiliation filled her. He made her feel so good, so happy, and made Joey smile. How could she turn away from something like that? The bigger question was, would she continue to let Joshua control her life from the grave?
Chapter Seven
Luke slammed his fist into the punching bag over and over again, needing to feel the pain and ache from this workout like he needed to breathe. Sweat dripped down his temples, over his chest, and splashed on the floor. He had been at this for the last four hours, and still he felt like he could tear someone’s head off. All he could hear replaying in his head like a broken record was Alice’s tiny voice telling him that she was broken and ruined. He slammed his fist into the red bag again, imagining it was that human fucker that had hurt what was his. The skin on his knuckles split , and the warmth of his blood sliding down his hands didn’t stop him from going harder and faster. He moved on the balls of his feet as the punching bag swung wildly from the force of his punches. The angry beats of music playing though the speakers overhead couldn’t drown out the pounding of his pulse in his ears, of the force of his breathing. The air sawed in and out of his lungs, and the burn felt fan-fucking-tastic, but it wasn’t enough to ease his cougar’s need to come out and tear some shit up.
It had been a week since he had taken Alice and Joey out to eat, and he hadn’t seen or talked to them since, well, not that they knew of anyway. It was eating him alive not to hear Alice’s voice, or the sound of Joey’s little giggle. He couldn’t count the number of times he had shifted and run free in the woods only to find himself right at the tree line of where he could see Alice’s house, and her standing at the kitchen window. It had taken a lot of fucking strength, but he had refrained from calling her or going to her. It had taken her a lot to tell him what she did, and he wasn’t going to push her. He knew when she was ready she’d come to him. At least he hoped she would.
The music cut off right before the next start, but when there was that second of silence he heard his phone ringing. He walked over to his iPod and turned it off before grabbing his phone and staring at the missed call that flashed across his screen. His already pounding heart picked up an even quicker pace as he saw that it had been Alice that had called. After he grabbed a towel and wiped down the sweat from his body, he took a seat on the bench pressed against the wall and just held the phone. His fingers itched to punch in her number, to hear her voice, and know that it was she who had called him because she had wanted to reach out. He lifted his head and glanced around the gym he had built in the basement of his home. He tried very hard to keep himself in check at all times, and although he had never had a problem making sure he was in charge and not his
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