I pant and grab the rope, but he grabs my ankle and throws me off it. I land on my back on the mat and let out a shriek.
“I’m not letting you go. We’re going to talk or fight, what’s it going to be?”
I flip to my feet and rush him. He puts me on my back in three seconds. I lay there blinking up at the room, seeing them again.
They.
I land on my back.
Left.
I roll across the mat.
Me.
Dad gets me in a hold and twists my arm behind my back.
“Tap out.”
I ignore him, relishing the pain.
“TAP OUT!”
I refuse.
“TAP OUT, BONNIE!”
I scream and scream. At some point, he eases back, letting me go, sitting beside me as I fall to pieces again because of the same four bastard alphas.
I jerk up, running at the wall, climbing it with ease. I fling myself off, flipping in mid-air before landing in a crouch.
“Bonnie! Stop!” My mum screams.
I snarl and keep going.
“Stop!”
The alpha bark rolls over me but doesn’t do anything.
“Do something!” Meg shouts.
“I can’t! She’s too well-trained. We need to let her work it out,” Dad says.
“She’ll hurt herself,” Mum hisses.
“She’ll kill anyone who tries to stop her.”
I keep going, ignoring the sweat, ignoring my pain, chased by demons, chased by four alphas who refuse to disappear. Who went away and came back, who left me in front of the world again.
I slam my fist into the boxing bag and scream.
I hear their promises; I feel them inside me.
“Lies. All lies.”
With a growl, I walk to the bike and get on.
“Did you find them?”
