Page 96 of Psycho Beasts
I’d hoped she wouldn’t notice.
A serious expression contorted her face into something that was inspirationally terrifying. “You know, if you work with me, I promise I’ll make you as strong, if not more so, than that girl you’re glaring at.”
Who was going to tell her I was half-fae and likely not going to change much?
No. I mentally slapped myself.
I was being a self-deprecating little bitch.
If anyone was going to help me achieve my best self, it was the absolute goddess of a woman that was Molly.
“Deal.” I reached out and shook her hand.
Molly smirked and flexed her biceps. “Now you’re going to do exactly as I say.”
I grinned back conspiratorially.
Sadly, and disappointingly, exactly what she said to do was three hundred more push-ups.
Under the watchful gaze of my hero, I twitched like there was no tomorrow, peeing my pants slightly from sheer exhaustion, until I hit the three-hundredth rep and collapsed.
Pain radiated through every muscle in my body and the light faded from my eyes as I entered the afterworld of the sun god.
“Who turned off the lights?” someone yelled, and the dim lighting flicked back on.
I closed my eyes, depressed that death had been so close yet was apparently still so far.
“Aaah.” I jerked upright and screamed as someone stabbed my arm and tried to sever it from my body.
“Relax,” Molly said as she finished depositing a needle of glowing blue liquid into my arm. “It’s an enchanted muscle-growth developer. It works with your body to help your muscles replenish and get stronger.”
She chuckled again. “You didn’t think you were going to get stronger without help, did you?”
“Where did you get a needle?”
What was it with this realm and injecting people against their will?
Molly smiled as she pulled out another needle from her book bag next to the fighting ring and stabbed herself in the arm. “How do you think I got this strong?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Does it have any side effects?”
“Who cares? You’re an immortal alpha,” Molly said with confusion.
With that attitude, I could see why this realm had a cigarette problem. Still, I couldn’t fault her logic.
“Can I get a second one?” I asked.
She shrugged, grabbed another needle, and stabbed me in the other arm.
And thus began my extreme body transformation from scrawny wimp to absolute tank of a woman.
* * *
A few hours later, torture for the day was finally over.
“I think my biceps are getting bigger,” I said to Jax as I flexed both arms in one of the large mirrors that lined the walls of the fight club.
We’d finished training aka just doing an un-sun-godly number of push-ups, jumping jacks, and planks. Then Molly had sent me back to stretch with the other trainees for a cooldown.