For Bear Or For Worse (Pure Blood 1) by Meredith Clarke Read Free Book Online

thoughts drifted back to his kiss and the way he looked at me.  I had, though, I really had. It was the chemistry between us, I really believed it was different, or else I wouldn't have done it at all. But isn't that just the way it always worked? Women seek out love and are foolish enough to believe a guy will give it to her after a one-night stand. How could I be so stupid? I had walked right into this one. I believed him from the moment he had cupped my chin. Maybe that was why Zoey behaved the way she did the night before, maybe she knew what he was like and was just trying to get rid of him. There I was, though, falling for it all myself. I’m such an idiot. 
                  I set the note back on the counter and looked around. There was no way I was staying in that apartment for another minute. He could take his offer of breakfast and shove it where the sun didn't shine. I retrieved my purse and found my shoes and walked out of the apartment, never looking back.              

Chapter Ten
    Cole
     
    I opened my locker door and grabbed my hand wraps. I also grabbed shin pads and MMA gloves. I wasn't sure what training entailed that day, but I had to be prepared for anything. I went out to where the boys were training and sat on the bench to watch. I was there for one reason and one reason only: to forget Avery. I couldn't have been more pissed at myself, and I planned on working out that aggression. As I watched my teammates boxing or grappling, I started to wrap my hands. I began putting my thumb through the wrap hole and started wrapping against my knuckles, then against my palm, down my wrist and then over and over again until the wrap ended at what point I secured it. I started on the other hand as I watched the fighters, wondering what was in store for me that day.
                  My coach was just finishing up with one of my teammates. I saw him slapping the guy on the shoulder, congratulating him on a good fight session.
                  I spent a lot of time in the gym, more than I liked, but I planned on staying fierce. I was the Alpha, after all. Staying tough and strong was all part of the lifestyle of an Alpha. That's why I chose fighting as my means of staying fit. You killed yourself for the chance at greatness, something that not everyone had a taste of. There was just no sport like MMA and I thrived on it, it fit perfectly with the Alpha personality. I trained daily, always working on something different so that I never overworked or strained a body part.
                  I watched as my coach Robbie came over, all smiles, ready to kill me another day.
                  “Hey Cole. How's your day going?”
                  “You know me, always ready to kill it. I really need an intense session today Coach, destroy me.”
                  “Bad day?”
                  “You have no idea.”
                  He chuckled, “Okay then. I will work you hard. You ready to get started then?”
                  “Ya of course. What's up first?”
                  “Let's start with the heavy bag rounds, work on your striking.”
                  I put on my gloves and we headed over to the bags. He set a timer and we got into it.
                  It was a great workout when my coach had me working heavy bag rounds. It was the best possible cardio exercise available. It burned straight through you and if you could work hard in the gym, really kill yourself then a real fight was easy. There were times when shifters had to go to battle whether they liked it or not, and you had to know how to fight. If you didn't, you were as good as dead, shifter or not. Training was where you burned yourself out, that way you were ready for the fight and you wouldn't tire out. Many people didn't realize that as they spent hours on the treadmill. You could burn far