My Secret, My Bully, My Mates.
Chapter 0028

Chapter 0028

“Well, thank you for the absolute destruction of our fragile egos, but we have a date after all of thatand Oliver has some lunch to buy us.” Sam walks up and puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Actually there's another class.” I say biting my lip, looking as apologetic as I can. “But you guys cango, I’ll catch up later.” I have no intention of chasing them down at all. I feel like this little friendbubble we have been in for the last 12 hours is about to break.

“How many more classes are we talking?” Sam leans back to look at me. “I am slowly dying fromlack of food here.”

“You should have eaten before we came, like a normal person.” Sierra laughs at him.

“I was unaware of the team breakfast at the beta house to satisfy the ridiculous amount of exercise Iwould be subjected to today. How many more Little Bit? If you’re here, then we’re here so you canstop making us look pathetic.” He laughs.

“The next class is a basics class for beginners and non-warriors just to stay sharp and in shape. It’sless intense than the rest of the training, but I think it’s super important. It runs for 2 hours. Thenwe’re done for the day.”

“Remind me to never, ever, ever rise to your challenge again. I’m going to die.” Sam walks off tograb his water bottle as the rest of the guys, the Luna and Sierra all laugh at him.

"I'm pretty sure I didn't challenge anyone." I say to no one in particular.

Basic training goes better and as we all walk through correcting form and technique, I can see thecurrent leaders watching us again with curious and hopeful expressions on their faces. They evencome down to do some of the exercises with us, which is a rare thing. They don’t normally have

time to intermingle casually like this. I think it’s great for the pack members that are here. If anythingthe looks on the pack members faces is totally worth the full interruption of having all of them here.

The slow stretching and body weight exercises are great for our newer, younger fighters and ourolder fighters who want to stay in shape. We work on dynamic and functional movement, building upmuscle memory so they don’t hesitate in an unfriendly situation.

Even though the training is light for us we are all still a sweaty mess when we are walking out of thearena. “Should we go home and change before we eat?” I ask noting I probably look somethingclose to a drowned rat that's been run over a couple times.

“Not a chance Little Bit, get your sweaty ass in the truck and for the love of my sanity somebodyfeed me!” Sam growls out. “Martha won’t care, when she hands Oliver the bill. I’m going to eat oneof everything on that menu. You guys are going to have to roll me out the door.” Everyone islaughing now.

Mateo, Oliver and Sam jump in the back. Sam basically hauls Sierra in and on his lap with a lot ofprotesting on her part. Dakota picks me up from behind and slides me into the center of the frontseat like I weigh nothing as Cameron jumps in and fires up the truck. Is it weird that after all of thatworking out and sweating, I am not at all bothered by the smell of these boys? Collectively, it's amusky scent that is all male, but not bad by any means. I, however, am sure that I wreak.

Another five minutes later and we are pulling into the local diner. The guys must be regularsbecause they didn't even wait to be seated, they walked straight back to an extra large cornerbooth. I somehow ended up between Cameron and Oliver making me notice my small size. I looklike a toddler next to all these guys and I can’t help but laugh.

“What?” Cameron asks.

“Some situations make my lack of size very apparent.” I laugh again pointedly turning my naturalline of sight to the middle of his bicep then looking up at his face, then doing the same to Oliver.Everyone else joins in.

“Would you like a booster seat, I’m sure they have one around here somewhere?” Sam asks.

“Nope, I’m good. It would be my luck to fall out of it.” I blush. Everyone chuckles at me again.