Alpha’s Betrayal Luna’s Revenge (Samantha) novel Chapter 22

Sam’s POV

I stood on the roadside, resting against a wall while holding my new clothes. I was watching and waiting.

Within each pack, the biggest, strongest men are the ones who train the most. That’s the kind of man who can lead me to a place to train. I didn’t have to search long to find the man I was looking for. He was wearing baggy shorts and a vest, which showed off his muscular arms and legs.” Be careful,” Zola warned as I followed him.

Considering the size of the guy, I lost him twice, only finding him because of his sweaty scent. His odor was quite strong as his armpits were exposed. Pete’s powerhouse was the name on the door he entered.

Before I entered, I questioned myself as to whether I was doing the right thing. I was not exactly the best student in training. Maybe that’s why Axel and Lily thought they could get away with what they did, because I was weak.

“Not again,” I said as I pushed open the door. I got hit by the smell of sweat. It made me scowl. “Pete could open a window every once in a while,” I told Zola as I walked inside. The smell got worse the further I went into the building, so I pinched my nose.

The thing that immediately caught my attention was a boxing ring that occupied a huge space in the warehouse.

Weights, punching bags, and other heavy equipment filled the remaining space. There were at least a dozen men there, including the one I followed. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

“Are you lost, love?” a man approaching me asked. It read’ Owner’ on his vest, so I assumed he was Pete.

“How do I go about, you know, coming here?” I asked, pointing around, not quite sure what I was asking.

Throughout my life, basic training has always been mandatory.

“Here?” he asked with a confused expression on his face, looking me up and down. “Are you sure you would want to come here? We don’t have any of that cardio crap or any of those fancy classes. We focus on power and endurance.

We share the place with a boxing club.” He gestures to the boxing ring. “I mean, I am happy to take your membership money, but you don’t look like the sort of person who would want to come here.”

I looked him in the eyes. “This is exactly the sort of place l need to be, then,” I said adamantly.

He guided me toward a desk and placed some pieces of paper in front of me. “It’s a formality, I’m afraid,” Pete told me as he handed me a pen. “Do you want the full membership, or there is a reduced membership if you do a few hours’ cleaning each week?” he told me. I opted for the reduced rate, as if I was going to be spending time here, at least I knew it would be clean. Once I paid, Pete handed me a small card with my name on it. “You can come and go as many times as you want. We open at 5 amand close at 10 pm. Opening and closing times are usually the quietest if you want privacy. The boxing club meets a couple of times a week. If you’re interested, they will post their times on the noticeboard. But I would advise you to build up first. They won’t go soft on you because you’re a woman,” Pete told me. His comment made me smile.

When I join the boxing club, I won’t take it easy on them just because they’re men.

“Do you know where I can get some training clothes?” | asked Pete. He yelled for someone called Tony. Tony’s wife, who had just given birth, was selling all of her workout clothes because she wouldn’t be using them for a while and they needed the money.

“I’m opening up in the morning. I’ll bring them with me,” Tony told me. Which was great news, as it would mean! wouldn’t have to speak to Megan again. Then again. I don’t think she wants to speak to me either.

As I headed for my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel pleased with myself. On my first day, I found a shop where I bought some clothes. I joined a gym. I just need to find somewhere to buy some food now. Edgar should be able to help me with that. He has to get his food from somewhere. Not unless he eats at the diner constantly.

Then again, given his size, he probably does.

As I walked to the diner, the homeless man stopped me and thanked me for my kindness that morning. He told me his name was Frank and that he hadn’t had a full belly for a while and appreciated my kind gesture. “I’m not from around here,” I told him. “Are there many people like you?” I asked him.

“Too many,” he sadly told me. Which was shocking to hear.

I texted Ellie every day, and we spoke around 7.30 pm after she finished work for the day. During the day, I helped at the diner when they were short-staffed. Only taking payment in the form of food, which I gave to Frank.

Edgar warned me that I would never get rid of him if I kept feeding him. But I didn’t mind. After all, we all need food to survive. Look at what happened when I was starved.

Despite his circumstances, Frank was all right, and I would hate for him to become savage due to a lack of food.

Keeping busy, the first of the month arrived quickly. I was giddy about Ellie’s arriving. It didn’t bother me that it was raining on my way to the gym. Tony went to get me a towel, and I stripped down to my sports bra. I placed my top on the heater to dry. “What the hell?” Tony gasped from behind me.

“What?” I asked as I snatched the towel off him. Surely he has seen a sports bra before.”You’re back.” I wrapped the towel around my shoulder and felt embarrassed.

“Let’s just say not every relationship is good for you. The man I was seeing…

“A man? Your man did that to you?” Tony ran his hand over his face. “He’s no man. No man would ever do that to a woman.” Tony expressed angrily.

“No, my man didn’t do this to me.” I paused. “His mistress did, and my man let her.”

Tony’s jaw dropped. “You point that piece of shit out to me, and me and the boys will sort him out. We don’t take kindly to abusers in here. Your ex doesn’t know it yet, Sam. But he’s a dead man.” I snickered at Tony’s protectiveness.

“Thanks, Tony. If I see him again, I will let you know.” I told him before putting my top back on and beginning my workout. If only Tony and the boys were strong enough to take on Axel, I would probably hand over the address. But that would be like admitting that I was still alive. I can’t let any of them know that.