The field was crowded and full of she-wolves from the Night Hunter Pack. All gathered to undergo training, as Mr. Levy told me. He did a lot of surprising things after I managed to evade Dexton. He seemed to know much about us yesterday, but I didn't know what would happen next. He could not have used his time travel ability to overhear our conversation.
I still couldn't believe what I heard from Dexton and Mr. Levy. Although I had found some werewolf pliers with special abilities above average and different from each other, being able to travel through time was the most unique and the most impossible. However, in fact, Mr. Levy was able to tell me very clearly about the incident that happened to me, and when I thought about it, it was true that that night, I only felt like I was dreaming even though it was a bit real and I felt like my throat was being choked.
It was true that Dexton and Gerald had indeed raped and eliminated me, but as Mr. Levy said, he had taken me first before finally I came to the pack house and met Gerald doing something the same as that night.
"Take this. I've signed you up for a lifetime membership. You just need to come and train there. There is a personal trainer who will ensure your safety and nutrition during your training," Mr. Levy said as he handed me a black card. I briefly read the card that read 'Knight Fitness Center' and didn't need to ask what he was doing all this for.
"Do you think like them?" I asked, making him frown. "... that I'm too fat and unattractive."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, seemingly not wanting to answer my question, but I knew without asking. "Don't think anything of it. I see that you're not confident in your appearance. Don't believe anyone who says you're beautiful just the way you are. It's not true."
That really hurt. Did he also think I was ugly? I was overweight, but I loved myself so much that I didn't need to hear people's insults towards me, and since being with Gerald, I felt so valued. Of course, that was before I learned of his betrayal.
I thought Mr. Levy had a better view of me. It was true—all men were the same.
"Very well. I'll do whatever you say," I replied with a tightness in my chest. It wasn't the weight of my body that made it difficult to breathe, but rather the fact that Mr. Levy's pliers were making me even sadder.
No one in this world seemed to love me sincerely.
I turned to leave and didn't hear Mr. Levy's call at all, which meant he didn't feel guilty for doing this to me. I didn't expect...
"I thought he was better. Turns out he's not much different from the average guy," I grumbled under my breath as I wiped away tears. Before I knew it, someone was standing not far from me, and she heard what I was saying, so she approached and sympathized.
"Are you okay, Shenna?" asked Tabitha, which made me nod. "No, you're not. You're definitely not okay. What happened? Did that arrogant boss hurt you?"
I shook my head and started to tell her everything that happened, starting with Gerald's affair, my meeting with my mate, whom I later projected—Dexton's words at the time—and Mr. Levy's attitude that indirectly alluded to my weight and flaws.
"Oh, Shenna... why do you have to meet bastards like them?" Tabitha rubbed my arm and showed me a concerned face that I knew must be sincere. "How about I just report him to our old boss? Mr. Levy should know what kind of behavior his only son has done to you."
I shook my head. "No, Tabby. I don't want anyone to say anything to him that would be a problem for me. I'll do what he asks. Maybe this will do me some good. I guess I really need to diet to look as beautiful as you."
"No, Shenna... you're wrong. You are pretty. Remember my words. I assure you that whoever has hurt you, will someday bend the knee to you without needing to change yourself. Those who love you sincerely won't care what you look like. You are still beautiful in their eyes. Just like what I see in you," Tabitha said, which made me tear up and rush towards her. She hugged me tightly before taking me back to the field to start training, and you can imagine how my first day of acting like a warrior in training went. They laughed at me like I was a clown because my weight made it difficult for me to move.
Maybe Mr. Levy was right. I needed to get out of the box that had so long drowned me in fairy tales about true love—that true love would never care about looks, physique, or anything other than love itself. Men were visual creatures who must have wanted perfection of form and shape. I wasn't saying I think Tabitha was bragging, but I was going to do what Mr. Levy said.
They wouldn't bully me anymore. I would be the best version of myself after this.
***
I squealed as I moved all my limbs. The sunlight was already peeking through the gap in the curtains, and it meant that the weekend had come again after a week of tedious routines, starting training with the members and workouts at the fitness center.
I didn't like how my personal trainer trained me. He was too rigid, forgot that I was the new kid on the block, and had the weight of an elephant, which needed to be treated with care. How could I possibly lift half my body weight at the start of training? He must have lost his fucking mind!
"Shenna, are you awake?" Urgh! This guy... why was he up so early and looking for me? Was I not free to enjoy my weekend for once? Although my job was as his personal assistant, that didn't mean he could interfere with my time off, right?
"Mr. Levy, I'm sorry... can you just come in?" Fuck if he thought I was being disrespectful towards him. My bones and joints felt like they were going to fall out, and he should be responsible for this.
"Are you sick?" he asked as he examined my entire body and held my forehead. "Your body is warm. You... aren't in heat, are you?"
"Damn! You forgot? I haven't gotten my wolf yet," I said, forgetting who I was talking to.
"You're kidding. How old are you?"
"Twenty-three. I know. This isn't right. However, I don't know what to do. So, if you're asking if I'm warming up from going into heat, the answer is no. I just... ouch! Can I take the day off from working out at the gym? My body hurts all over, sir. Sorry."
"No, you're not. You've only been practicing for one day, it'll hurt more if you stop. Besides, don't you want to have an ideal body shape? You don't want to be bullied all the time, do you?" I nodded weakly. "Good. Then get ready. We're going to the fitness center together. I'll train you for today."