Chapter 2 Embarrassment

• Eryn POV
• Training the next morning is brutal. I am having a hard time keeping my eyes on Emma when Kyle is walking around without his shirt on. Ugh. What is going on with me? I need to get rid of this pent-up energy.
• I throw a punch at Emma, and she runs in the other direction. We've been at this for over an hour, and Emma keeps refusing to spar with me.
• "Emma," I groan. "Time is almost up. Stop running away."
• "I am not training with you," Emma protests.
• "Why not?" I pretend to be wounded.
• "Because you have been training since birth," Emma replies. "I have a date tonight, and I don't want bruises."
• I roll my eyes. "You are a werewolf," I remind her. "You will heal."
• "Not fast enough with the way you hit," she says as she runs from another one of my punches.
• "Emma, Eryn," my dad's voice booms over the class.
• I cut my eyes at Emma. Now I am in trouble because she keeps running from me. Dad is standing in front of me with his hands on his hips. He doesn't bother looking at Emma.
• "Emma, go train with Jesse," he commands.
• "Thank the Goddess," Emma whispers as she runs off.
• Dad is glaring at me. "You need to be training harder if you want to get into the Warriors Academy."
• "It isn't my fault Emma is a wuss," I pout.
• "From now on, you will be training with the future Alpha," Dad informs me.
• "What? Not Kyle," I groan. "What about Zach?"
• "He has Beta training," Dad reminds me.
• Kyle stands next to Dad with a smirk on his face. I can feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment. Memories of yesterday keep flooding through my mind. My dreams were full of his hands roaming over my body last night, and I woke up this morning in a terrible mood.
• There is a longing ache between my legs that I don't know how to get rid of, and looking at Kyle only seems to make it worse.
• "Beta," Kyle says respectfully to my dad.
• "Make sure my daughter trains hard," Dad says before he walks away.
• "That will not be a problem," Kyle replies, not taking his hazel eyes off mine.
• I stare back at Kyle, and I don't think I have ever noticed how beautiful his eyes are before. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, trying to suppress the feelings that are building in my chest.
• Kyle steps close to me, and my breath hitches in my chest. "Are you ready?" He whispers next to my ear, sending goosebumps down my skin.
• I shake my head and press my hands against his chest. Pushing him away, I snarl in his direction. "I am always ready."
• "Then bring it, Nerd," he jokes. He motions me forward with his fingers.
• Kyle begins to circle me. I spin around. I don't want to let him get behind me, but I can't seem to stay focused.
• Kyle lunges at me from behind and wraps his hand around my throat. "You are getting sloppy," he whispers as he pulls me close to his body.
• He flexes his fingers around my neck and presses his body against mine. A strange feeling washes over me, and a moan leaves my lips.
• My eyes widen in shock at what I have just done, and I am mortified. I can only hope Kyle didn't hear it. I wrap my hands around his hands and try to flip him over my shoulders. But he is too large.
• Kyle is laughing hysterically as I struggle against him. Fighting him is much different than fighting Emma or Jesse, and I am getting frustrated.
• I close my eyes and take a deep breath; I ignore the delicious scent of sandalwood rolling off Kyle. I pretend like Kyle is my dad and recall all of my training.
• Jamming my elbow into Kyle's abdomen, I hear him gasp for air. I then stomp on his instep, and he finally lets go of my throat. I spin around before he can grab me again and punch Kyle in the nose. Blood runs down his face, and he backs away.
• His eyes are watering, but I am not one to show mercy. Dad taught me that. I fling myself onto Kyle's back and wrap my arm around his throat. I tighten my arm around his neck, and he tries to pull me off his back.
• I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight. But what I don't plan on is Kyle falling backward. My back hits the ground, and I am unable to breathe. I am pinned to the ground by Kyle's body. My legs flop to the side, and I release Kyle from my grasp.
• I expect the fight to be over, but I forgot to tap out. Kyle flips over on top of me and pins my arms to my side with his legs. I push my lip out in a pout. Everyone is looking at us. This looks bad.
• Kyle isn't paying attention to everyone else like I am. His eyes are on me. They keep flickering between my lips and breasts. His eyes are swirling to black, and I know his wolf is close to the surface.
• I grind my teeth together. "Get off me."
• "Do you tap?" Kyle asks.
• This is the first fight I have lost in a long time, and I don't want to tap out, but I can't break free. My chest is rising up and down angrily. I am in nothing but a pair of leggings and a sports bra, and Kyle doesn't seem to mind the view.
• "Get off," I growl at him.
• Kyle taps me playfully on the nose. "Not until you tap."
• The tone of his voice makes me want to scream. He is playing with me, and I don't like it. Anger builds up in my body, and I twist underneath him. The more I wiggle, the more I begin to feel something hard pressing against me from between Kyle's legs.
• I come to the realization of what it is and I feel the sudden need to get out of here. "I tap," I scream.
• Kyle rolls off me and adjusts the front of his pants before he offers me his hand to help me up. I slap away his hand and get to my feet myself. With my hands balled up at my sides, I storm out of the gym.
• My dad is yelling at me, but I refuse to turn around. I kick the door to the locker room open and punch my locker before I try to open it.
• "You are pathetic, you know that, don't you," Jesse's voice comes from behind me.
• I have to take several calming breaths before I turn around. "Can I help you?"
• "You keep throwing yourself at Kyle," she informs me. "You are wasting your time."
• "Kyle is like my brother," I tell Jesse.
• "Whatever," she says before she walks into the showers.
• Leaning back against the locker, I run my hand down my face. Everything seems to have changed last night. Kyle doesn't feel like my brother anymore.