Chapter Twenty Five: Possessive Alpha

CLAIRE's POV

I hate my life.

That was the only thing in my head as I laid on the ground dressed in fighting gears, soaked through like a pig and aching all over.

My breath came out of my lips in tiny and quick bursts that did nothing to alleviate the weakness I felt.

I had decided to join Luis and the enforcers this morning for their training drift. And it did not take me more than five minute in the bitter cold morning to know that I had made a bad decision.

At first, it had been awkward because they had all been staring at me and being all weird. But after Luis had dragged me to the middle and turned me into the packs favorite punching bag again - demanding that I defend myself - they had finally started to lighten up a bit on me. However, I really was not in the mood for playful banters when they were busy punching my guts out.

After my mood had upped a bit, Luis pulled me away from the gang, commanding them to train alone or in pairs. He had taken me to another part of the trainin