Eternal Love: Book 1
The Moon Goddess never makes mistakes, her judgment should never be questioned, she assigns mates for a reason and that is why the rejection kills.
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Kirabo Peters finds herself knocking on death's door after the man sh...
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Training was brutal.
I was so pumped after the first session but that soon died down. The first session was warm-up. There were 5 more sessions after that all more intense than the last. Out of the last 16 and a half hours, I spent 8 hours getting my ass beat.
I was bruised all over, my ribs were broken, and my fucking nose too. Not to mention the black eye, busted lip, and swollen jaw I was sporting. The worst part was that we trained in human form all day, and I managed as well as any human would going up against a lycan. Goddess, I was pathetic. My injuries would take hours to heal, as my body had never undergone such trauma before.
The Doc's words, not mine. She gave me some medicine for the pain and bandaged my ribs but that was about all she could do for me.
Jessabelle had helped me up to my room after the doctor looked me over and she helped me take a warm bath. The more time I spent with her, the more I was grateful for her. Victoria would have never done this for me.
She laid out a plain nighty on the bed for me before she left, letting me know she had a surprise planned for me tomorrow.
I couldn't find the strength to put it on myself. My entire body was sore, on top of the pain wracking through it. I should be fine by morning but damn, it fucking hurt. To put things into perspective, I was laying on my bed with nothing on except for my under garments beneath my towel.
How did these wolves do this every week? 17 hours of training in a day was torture. What was Alaric thinking when he decided to schedule one day a week for training?
A sharp knock on my door made me groan. The next thing I hear is the doorknob turning followed by footsteps.
"Training is a privilege, princess. Once a week allows my members to have a lot more free time to do other things around the pack."
I sat up slowly at the sound of his voice, holding my towel tightly to my chest. He was leaned against my closed door in nothing but a red silk robe and in his hand was a glass filled with a thick red substance. His hair, still wet, was up in a man bun which made him all the more appealing to look at.
"Why aren't you dressed?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Uh, I have three broken ribs?" I responded unsurely.
He hummed before walking to the edge of my bed, holding out the glass to me, "I figured as much. Drink this."
I hesitantly reached, wrapping my fingers around the glass. The warmth of the liquid was off-putting to me. I wasn't stupid, I knew what it was. I looked into the glass, the metallic scent assaulted my senses.
"Why the hesitation, you had it before," the Alpha pointed out, "Drinking my blood will instantly heal you."
I gulped and breathed out before pushing the edge of the glass between my lips, tipping it back. The taste was the same as last time; sweet and salty with a metallic taste.
