Tangled

Chapter 105

105 Ava: Training (II)

Halfway around the track, Jericho pops up again.

There’s never been a person I’ve love–hated as much as him, and I have a fucked up family that inspires all kinds of hate to go with the love a family shares.

“What,” I grunt as I lunge forward, stretching my legs and dipping down with my wildly weak arms. They’re beyond trembling. They’re like jello, and I can barely raise the dumbbells from my sides.

But I don’t stop.

“Straighten your back,” Jericho growls, eyeing my pose critically. “Keep your core tight.”

I adjust my stance, trying to maintain balance as my leg muscles quiver. Jericho grunts, apparently finding my form acceptable, before shoving something at me.

“Here. Two pound dumbbells. Never had to start someone so low before.”

I glance down at the weights, surprised to see they’re a cute, bright pink color. They look pristine, like they’ve never been touched.

105 Ava Training (1)

“Did you have someone buy these for me?” The question slips out before I can stop myself.

Jericho’s eyes narrow. “None of your business,” he barks, turning on his heel and storming off towards Lisa, who’s struggling through her own set of lunges.

I can’t help but giggle–in my head, because I have no breath to spare–as I continue the exercise, the small weights clutched in my hands. Despite Jericho’s gruff demeanor, the fact that he went out of his way to get these for me sends a unexpected wave of warmth through my chest.

It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. Beneath his tough exterior, maybe Jericho isn’t quite as cold as he

seems.

“Lift those arms higher, Grey! You think this is a game?” Jericho’s voice cuts through my momentary warmth like a knife.

radiating through my muscles. Sweat pours down my face, stinging my eyes. The weights

back. Jericho

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A sadistic, merciless drill sergeant determined to

break me.

forehead. He meets my gaze, unflinching,

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urge to throw one of these pretty pink dumbbells at his head. Barely. Instead, I force myself to

pretty sure this is what dying feels like. But I won’t give Jericho the satisfaction of seeing me quit. I’ll finish this

if it kills me.

on, Ava! You got this!” Lisa calls out from somewhere to my

Lisa. She’s struggling as much as I am.

cling to her words like a lifeline

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together, suffering under Jericho’s tyrannical rule.

this. For myself, for Lisa, and maybe just a little

Jericho.

possess, pushing through the pain, the exhaustion, the

own limitations. But I keep going, fueled by sheer stubbornness and the

Jericho break me.

mercifully, I make it around the track. I have no

weights to the ground, I lose all control over my shaking

Westwood wolves go through this

close” Jericho scoffs, answering

a single Westwood wolf is born as weak as you are right

had the energy, I’d protest his cruel

don’t

I said, I’m basically

energy to talk. after everything. “Hey, this isn’t

I’m basically human

conditions for a

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