Chapter 17: Possessive

ZEKE:

I change into gym shorts and a sleeveless black vest and I head to the basement, intending to clear my head. She was getting on my nerves and yet invading my thoughts. I can't work my way around it, but I fear Marelyn Everdeen and what she's doing to my sanity.

I jog down the stairs and slip on the bag gloves hanging on the opposite wall as I cross the chain wall entrance. This child is a must. I'll lose a lot more than I already have if this does not work out. Marelyn will birth my child safely, no matter the cost.

"Can I help you?" I say as I face the black heavy bag and punch repeatedly.

Drusila steps into the room, making her presence known, but I do not turn to address her. My fists do not relent from the padded bag. In less than five minutes, sweat beads my forehead, dripping and mapping the under arms of my vest.

"Kyra just arrived. We'll start preparations for the pack gathering when you're ready." She starts when I successfully ignore her.

"You know what you have t