Chapter 24-Training With My Alpha

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Chapter 24-Training With My Alpha

Madison's POV

"Alright, we're going to start out simple. Make a fist with your hand," Blake instructs.

We are currently in his basement which is actually a large gym. It has a lot of weights and equipment that you would find if you went to the gym.

I close my hand and show him the fist I made. By the look on his face, I know I did something wrong.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask while I slowly lower my fist. I frown as I watch him try to contain a smile.

He gently grabs my fist before lifting it up between us. He unwraps my fingers with a smile.

"You can't tuck your thumb in when you're making a fist. If you punch someone like that, you'll break your hand," Blake explains.

"Oh," I mumble with an embarrassed smile. Blake just shrugs it off before motioning for me to do it again.

"Try again."

I make another fist, making sure that I don't tuck my thumb in again. I frown slightly at the uncomfortable feeling. My nails are too long and I need to cut them so I don't stab myself.

I clench my fingers together before unclenching them. I do this a few more times, getting used to the feeling of it.

Blake motions for me to follow him and we walk in silence to the area of the room with the punching bags. I swallow nervously before squaring my shoulders.

I can do this. I just need to take a deep breath.

"Alright I want you to try punching the punching bag, but I don't want you to punch too hard. You'll hurt yourself since you don't have anything protecting your hands."

"Why can't I have boxing gloves or something?" I ask as I nervously bite my bottom lip.

"You're not going to have boxing gloves with you if you ever get into a fight. For now, we just have to work with what we have, ok?" I nod as I stand in front of the punching bag with a determined look on my face.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do thi-

"Why do you look like you're constipated?" Blake questions, humor lacing his tone. I can tell by the slight catches of his voice that he's trying not to laugh.

I give him a confused look.

"What are you talking about?" I ask with a pout.

Why is he laughing at me?

"You look like your constipated," he states again with a slight chuckle. My mouth drops open and I punch him on the shoulder.

"No I do not!" I exclaim, my face turning red in embarrassment. He chuckles again.

"Yes you do. I'm not sure what you were trying to do, but it certainly didn't look too good."

"Leave me alone! I'm trying to concentrate!" I mumble, turning away from him. My face turns an even darker shade of red, and I use my hair to block my view of Blake's face.

"Alright, sorry, continue." I briefly glance at him to glare at him before I turn back to the punching bag.

1...2....3

I throw my fist into the punching bag at the same time that a click sounds through the room.

I see that Blake has moved behind the punching bag and is holding his phone in front of his face.

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