LUCIEN'S POV.
I slam my fist into the Mannequin's face, revelling in the sharp burst of pain that jolts up my arm at the impact. My muscles burn and sweat drips down my forehead into my eyes, blurting my vision, but I don't stop. I've done this so many times I don't have to see to land my hits.
The smell of sweat and violence stains the air. This is the one place I allow myself to unleash the anger I keep under careful wraps in all other areas of my life.
By the time I finish pummeling the mannequin, my body is a mess of aches and sweat. I towel the perspiration off my face and take a swig of water. Today has been a shitty day and I needed this release to reset.
“This whole charade is taking a toll on you.” My Beta, Arnaud points out and I heave out a heavy sigh because he's right.
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