The Gift chronicles

Book 1 Chapter 13

I woke up early in the morning, determined. I wasted too much time the past week cozying up to the Alpha. Even though I accomplished my goal of getting him to drop the three guards, I felt like the longer I stayed here, the weaker I got. My training was already screwed, and my body was beginning to pay the price for my laziness. What used to be an 8 pack was now rounding out to a 6 pack, and I could feel what used to be wiry muscles were now beginning to get softer. I needed to be in peak shape in order to have a chance of escaping.

So while the Alpha was sleeping, I quietly slid out of the bed and got dressed in a long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. I had to roll the sleeves of the shirt up several times before my hands weren't swallowed by the cloth, and likewise with the sweatpants. As soon as I escaped, I would have to go buy more of my own clothes. Wearing the Alpha's clothes wasn't too much of a problem though, and I liked that they were big on me so the scars and bite marks on my body were not visible. It certainly did not conceal me as much as my cloak and mask, but it at least hid the majority of the issues with my body. Alpha Cain and Carter had already seen all of my facial and ear disfigurations anyways. Weirdly enough, my neck was devoid of any scars or bite marks, despite being the target of many assaults. As soon as it would be cut, it healed within minutes and left no scars, unlike the rest of my body. I wondered if I could find an explanation for that in one of the many books in the Alpha's library.

After I was dressed, I braided my hair in two long French braids down my back. Braids were quite useful in keeping my long hair out of my face while training, and I always wore them during battle, or if I anticipated needing to fight, which was often, since I always expected a fight.

I was surprised when I got out of the bathroom that the Alpha was still sleeping, even snoring lightly. His snoring was so obnoxious. If I wasn't playing nice, I would kick him in the shins to shut him up while I was trying to sleep.

I tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind me, making sure to avoid the creaky floorboards that I had mentally been taking note of for the last week.

I went into a random empty guest room on the floor below the Alpha's room that I had scoped out the day before. Nobody was staying in the Pack House except for us, and this guest room had a huge empty space in the center of the room that was perfect for working out.

handed push ups with each hand. Then, I went into a handstand, and did push ups while in the handstand, and began counting to one thousand

by a sudden voice. "I should have known this is what you

held my handstand for a couple seconds, and then went back on my feet with a sigh. Alpha Cain stared at me with a hard look in his eyes. He held out my cellphone, wanting me

him: How long have

He said, eyeing me curiously. I shrugged and typed out: My father came from a long line of Gammas and my mother was part of a Beta

talk about them," he mildly interrogated me, and I

were killed by rogues before I could have any

killing rogues?" he asked without hesitation. I raised an eyebrow. Who does he think he is,

out of the room, hearing him trailing closely behind me. Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed, and I was pulled into his chest. I ignored the sparks that ignited

struggled to release myself from his grip to go shower, he held on even tighter. "Its not a bad smell. It smells