Craving Him | MM, Werewolf, Soulmate

Chapter-29

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Sam

Sam came early for training the next day. He spent a lot of time thinking about his decision. He needed money if he wanted to make a life for himself. For every win, each player would get $10,000. And if they won the tournament, each player would receive one million dollars and an extra one million for the best performance. Sam could build a house of his own as he envisioned and live a life of serenity. All he had to do was power through the next four months, ignore his feelings, and see Rick as nothing more than his coach.

Rick came to the training a few minutes later. His eyes briefly stopped on Sam before he removed his gaze. If he was surprised to see him in the training he didn't show it. He started to give instructions for the tasks of the day. They were going to practice hurdle crossing today. Rick took the team out of the training center and went to the field outside. Sam was thankful Rick didn't look at him again. Sam didn't want to blush at Rick's every glance. He was here for the training, and he needed to get through it without losing his sanity. He wasn't going to let his emotions affect him anymore.

Sam didn't mind the hurdles. It was the weight strapped to their back that was turning out to be the greater problem. The other players were struggling too. Some were falling while some were simply giving up.

"Don't act like pups!" Rick yelled. "Your opponents are going to crush you if you can't get through this simple hurdle."

Everyone groaned.

"Get up and try again," Rick yelled at the person who had fallen beside Sam.

Sam was about to vomit with exhaustion. His throat felt dry, while the muscles of his legs were giving up. He still had 400 meters to cross and all he wanted to do was lie down on the ground and catch a breath.

Sam felt his head spin. He sat down trying not to fall.

"Did I ask you to sit?" Rick yelled.

"I was going to faint," Sam snapped, rubbing his forehead.

"Excuses are not going to help you win this tournament," Rick said, leaning down and getting on Sam's face.

"Why don't you try it? It's easier to stand there and give instructions."

It was of course the wrong thing to say. He saw Rick's face turn murderous at his comment. Rick took a few steps back. "Come on, stand up. Let me show you how it is done."

Sam gulped. His legs were shaking as he followed Rick to the starting line.

Rick put the higher-weight bag on his back and ran towards the seven-foot concrete wall, climbing over it without much struggle. Sam watched him from the bleachers as he crossed one hurdle after another. The other players were awestruck as well at his speed. Everyone stared at him open-mouthed as he crossed each wall, pit, and mug ground with ease. He completed the whole track in half an hour.

When he was done he removed his mud-soaked t-shirt on the ground before walking towards Sam. His sheen-covered muscles looked like they were cut into a marble.

"See, it's not that difficult," Rick said, only slightly out of breath. "You would have been able to do it too if you worked your legs rather than your mouth," Rick said. "You will do two extra reps before you go home." With that, he turned around and left.