Asher
Faint rays of the sun were glinting on the window and filtering in through the narrow slit in the window that was left open to let in some air.
The sounds of birds chirping outside created a serene ambiance. I groaned as the sunlight kissed my skin. I felt hot and weak. I opened my eyes and tried to adjust to the brightness, my eyelids felt heavy, and my head hurt everywhere.
Groggily, I got up from the couch, propping myself on my elbows as I looked around, focusing on the walls that were painted a soft shade of lavender and the furniture that was a mixture of vintage and modern pieces and I realized that instead of my chamber, I had spent the night in my study.
” Oh shit,” I groaned mentally, recalling why I was there. Memories from last night came crashing into my mind. From the way my head was probing, I knew I had drank too much last night and fallen asleep in here. I couldn’t remember much but the last thing I recalled was calling off the intimate affair that I was having with Elena after she tried to seduce me.
I stood up and stretched, feeling my muscles loosen and relax. I walked towards the window, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. As I drew the curtains, I was greeted by the sight of a breathtaking view. The sun, a glowing orb of light, was spreading out on the horizon, casting a golden hue over everything it touched. It was still early in the morning and I could see servants getting busy with their day’s duties, some picking up cleaning supplies while others were rushing out to the garden.
I sighed and rubbed a hand down my face. I didn’t know what I was doing with my life anymore. I had grown used to not caring about anything or anyone. I had grown used to not displaying my emotions but now everything was reversed. I felt like I no longer had control of my own body and all of it was because of her, Kayla.
I couldn’t stay without thinking of her. I couldn’t sleep without the thoughts of her creeping into my mind. My castle, every damn space smelled of her, and I wanted her so bad that it was driving me insane.
I felt so enraged at my own weakness. I had vowed never to allow myself to experience anything close to the pain I had to endure in the past. I slammed my fist against the wall in anger. I wasn’t going to do this to myself again. I let go of her thoughts and my feet automatically turned toward my personal training ground. Pain would clear my senses and a hard and tough workout would dull my senses until I stopped thinking about her.
I shook my head as I reached the training ground. I asked one of the servants to stand guard by the door and not let anybody in.
” Nobody can come inside,” I growled and he merely nodded in response as I threw the doors open.
I decided to train relentlessly and channel my rage in a better direction. I looked around thinking of what to do first.
My gaze went to the punching bag and I decided that would work the best. I was feeling the mad urge to punish myself. Hence, I neared it and wore the gloves before letting out a breath.
Then I held my hands in front of me and began punching at the bag.
The training ground was quiet except for the sound of the heavy bag swaying back and forth and the rhythmic thud of gloves hitting leather. I moved in tandem with the rhythm letting the punching bag be my only point of focus as I kept throwing punches with precision and power.
I was relentless as I kept raining down blows on the bag, wanting to empty myself of every emotion that had tormented me for the past few hours.
” Nobody can touch my heart. I was the dark and cruel Alpha.” I told myself, repeating it like a mantra.
I circled the heavy bag, my eyes never leaving it as I sized up my opponent. I threw a combination of jabs, crosses, and hooks, each punch landing with a satisfying thud. The bag swung back and forth, taking the punishment without complaint.
I stepped back, catching my breath for a moment, before launching into another barrage of punches. Every kick and every thrust was thrown with speed and power, and my punches were becoming more and more relentless.
Sweat was pouring down my face, but I did not stop, I could not stop. I was consumed by the mad urge to reduce the punching bag to pieces, to tear it apart. I was in the zone, my mind focused solely on the task at hand.
I threw a vicious uppercut that sent the heavy bag flying off its hinges. The chain clanged against the ceiling, and the bag swayed back and forth wildly before settling into a still position.
But, I didn’t flinch, I simply walked over to the bag and set it back on its hinges before starting again.
Finally, after hours of punching, I had spent. I was drenched in sweat, my muscles were sore, and my mind was numb.
The bag has been reduced to shreds, barely held together by its outer cover. The filling inside had taken the brunt of my punches and it had gone limp.
Torn pieces kept falling down as I panted heavily, placing my hands on my knees. Sweat dripped down the center of my forehead, traveling down my nose and falling on the floor.
I let out a deep breath and walked toward the table and grabbed a bottle of water. I barely took a sip and simply dumped the water above my head to cool myself.
I just wanted to calm my fucking mind and cock down but neither of them was listening to me. It was as if I was fighting a loose battle with myself.