Chapter 79

Zenovia

I was not sure when exactly, but I fell asleep at some point, wondering what it would feel like to train

with the Lycan King himself.

I had left the window slightly open to let the soft breeze flow in and the sheets were soft and warm as

well. My body did not want to get up, but the soft sunrays filtering in through the window were shining in

my eyes.

Pulling the pillows above my head, I groaned when my phone rang. It felt as if the universe did not want

me to sleep.

I ignored the ring, but the phone kept ringing, so I absent mindedly reached for the side table and tried

to feel the phone.

I was going to switch it off, but the caller’s name caught my eye and my eyes flew wide awake.

It was a call from Calahan. Confused, I hit the receive button and croaked, “Hello”

“Do you know what time is it?” His voice was curt and there was no softness to it..

Rubbing my eyes, I looked at the time and saw that it was 9 am already.

“Uh, I overslept,” I mumbled while pushing myself up the bed.

“Get your ass down here in ten minutes or I will come up there myself”

I would have argued that he did not have to train me or wait for me, but I also loved my life, so only

replied, “Yes” while springing up from the bed.

I dashed to the bathroom door, quickly brushed my teeth, combed my hair and stripped off my pajamas

to wear my track pants and a sports bra.

My mind wandered to the more exquisite training clothing stacked neatly on the side of the huge

wardrobe and for a split second, I wondered if I should wear

any of it.

Cynthia had worn a sexy outfit for training yesterday, and her athletic figure looked quite nice. But I was

nowhere athletic, so I pulled up a t-shirt and covered my bare waist.

Putting on the shoes, I quickly tied my unruly hair into a ponytail, grabbed a bottle of water, and was

sprinting outside the room and down the stairs in no time.’

I ran towards the gym through the huge mansion and I internally reasoned that the sprint should count

as a warm up because this place was just never ending.

When I reached the gym, the doors were wide open, and my gaze automatically searched for Callahan.

I spotted him on the other end of the room by a huge machine. He had his back turned to me and was

wearing black shorts and a grey striped vést.

I stood staring at him as he pulled the bars down with both his hands and the muscles on his shoulders

alongwith his biceps. bulged.

There was a certain finesse to his movements, a certain charm. Any other man would be grunting, but

he looked like he was doing it effortlessly.

“Gawking at me will not help you train yourself”

His voice shook me out of the trance like state as I had stopped myself by the door, leaning on the

doorframe.

Holinked rapidly and mumbled softly, “I was not gawking”

If he heard it, he did not comment. I went toward the treadmill and hopped on it so as to start with light

cardio..

“Once you warm up, come here”

He again instructed without looking at me. The entire time, his back was faced to me as he picked

some more metal discs and added weights to increase his difficulty.

“Ok”

I replied and started running on the treadmill. It was unlike the scenes I had imagined in my head. He

kept doing whatever he was doing while I kept running for about 20 minutes or so until I could not

anymore.

When I got down from the treadmill, I saw Callahan had left the machine and was walking towards me.

“You were late today,” He said while pulling out some dumbbells from the rack.

“I…did not realize,” I mumbled.

“See if you can pick those up.” He ordered, and I bent down to do it.

“Easy?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Repeat it 30 times, 3 sets alternate with each hand.” Again, I nodded and began counting

down/mentally.

The dumbbells did not weigh much, but a repetition of 30 times made my hands ache a little. When I

was done, I wondered what to do next.

“Have you ever done pushups?” He asked, and I shook my head.

“Not really”

“Try then if you can”

I nodded to myself and got down on the floor, putting enough distance between my hands.

I tried doing one, but the strain on my shoulders was too much to bear. I fell flat on my face when I tried

to do it again.

“You are doing it wrong,” He said and walked towards me. Squatting on the floor, he spoke, “Dont be

too rigid. And keep your toes straight along with your entire body, don’t slouch”

I was not sure how I could slouch while being on all fours, but I did not say

that to him.

“Ok wait. Try with this,” He said and pulled a metal handle set with rubber grips from the side.

“These will help you with the grip. See if you can push yourself up using that”

My fingers felt a little clammy, so I wiped them off on my track pants before curling my fingers over the

handles.

It did give me a better grip, but it was harder to push myself up. Callahan saw my struggle and, after

two-three tries, asked me to get up.

I did, and now he was standing directly in front of me.

“I think I now got a rough understanding of your strength. Forget the machines. Come here with me.”

He said and made me stand in front of the huge mirror on the wall.

“I think your lower body is stronger than your upper body. That is the case with most girls, so you are

no different. It is good that your legs are stronger, but when you run like a wolf, you need strength in all

the four legs….that means your hands and shoulders have to be able to carry the weight as well.”

I nodded in understanding as he explained. “In the start, your wolf might depend on your physical

strength until you learn to give her complete control and she adjusts to you. If in any case your wolf

gets exhausted, she might want to borrow some strength from you. OR you both might pass out.”

“Put on those gloves,” He ordered when I did not comment anything. I had carried bags of groceries

and vegetables to and from the kitchen in my pack countless times, along with the overflowing baskets

of laundry.

When I did, he pointed at a large weight dangling down a hook.

“That is a punching bag. Show me what you can do”

I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, but he did not reply. I went to the bag, pulled my hand back,

and punched it.

But it didn’t move.

“Try again”

This time, I put a bit more force and punched. Again, it didn’t.

“Keep going”

The third time, I pulled my hand back, took a deep breath, and punched it with full force. This time it

moved, barely.

“Empty your mind and focus just on the punching bag, nothing else. And hold your arms tight. Your

throw should have as much strength as the punch itself.”

I nodded and did as instructed. A loud smack resounded through the gym.

“Could be better,” He murmured, and I grew irritated.

For the next few minutes, he kept asking me to try different things, and kept pointing out one flaw after

another, saying how I needed to balance well, aim harder, kick faster, etc.

I was getting annoyed by now and I was also sweating.

Not that he cared.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead as he asked me to do sets of squats, stretching, some more

awkward bending, followed by some kicks and punches.

He barely gave me a break to breathe or relax. My hands and feet were burning and my body felt as if

it was on fire.

Elijah had been too sweet, too patient, but this man just thought I was a machine.

My gaze flicked to the watch, and I saw that it was almost two hours since I had stepped into the gym.

“Can we stop for today?” asked. My question had barely gotten out of my mouth when I saw him turn

around, holding something.

“Now let me give you some brief of combat”

I stared at the mat and then at him. He raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”

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I was not sure if he was pretending to not hear me or pretending to not care, but my breath caught

again when he came too close to me and murmured, “You were late today. So you have to put in an

extra hour for wasting my time waiting for you, right?”

He had been waiting for me?

My body gave a pleasant shudder upon hearing that.