Lara's POV
After our run, Marco decided I needed to do leg exercises. Of course he did. The man looked like he was carved from discipline and muscle, while I... well, I wasn't. I had never been the type to exercise, not even casually. The most physical activity I ever did before becoming his wife was rushing between my job and my part time work, and even then it was more about survival than fitness.
So now, my entire body hurt in ways I didn't even know were possible.
But because of my stubborn pride, I refused to tell him I was too tired to continue. My legs were trembling, my arms felt like jelly, my lungs burned, and every movement made me want to collapse face-first on the grass. Yet I still forced myself into every stretch, every squat, every position he demonstrated, acting like I could keep up with a werewolf who trained every day of his life.
