In the Alpha’s Arms

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“Please never say that again,” Stace begged, putting on her serious face. “Ok Lita, you’re going to learn to fight against the punching bag. Wouldn’t want you to get knocked out on your first day of real training, right?”

Stace and Jaz slid over two large punching bags that hung from the ceiling and Jaz immediately got to work on her kicking technique with the one in front of her. While Stace positioned the other one in front of Lita. As they got set up, the overhead lights flicked off, dimming the room with ambient light. And a colorful array of neon lights flickered on around the room. For the second time, Lita really loved the atmosphere of the gym at night. With all the lights everything felt exciting, and since she’d never been to a club, she enjoyed the experience that much more. As if on cue, someone cut on the music overhead, the bass making Lita’s pulse jump in excitement.

“Plant your feet here. Right foot there and left there,” Stace insisted, ignoring the club–like ambiance the lights created as if it were totally normal. Lita moved exactly as Stace motioned. “Good. Square your shoulders like this. Bend this knee. Mmhmm, perfect. And you’re going to make a fist like this…. not like that. You’ll break your damn thumb like that. Okay good, yea, like that.”

After a few minutes, Stace found Lita’s position suitable enough to learn her first motions.

“Okay. This is a fighting stance. A basic fighting stance. Now throw a punch.”

Lita struck out at the bag, which had no reaction at all to being struck by her. She caught Jaz’s stifled laugh out of the corner of her eye. Damn, she really was a weakling

like that. Looks like a noodle hitting a wall. See, watch me… Tension in the gut and throw a controlled strike like

telling Lita to try again. “And remember to follow through

snap off, Stace had her switch to the left until she stood

as terrible as I thought it would

feel your muscles right now,” Jaz groaned. “Just wait

What do you

are all finished their workout too, let’s go in bets on who’s

said in unison over a burst of giggles and shoves. That man was a gift to

steadied herself and followed behind the ladies towards the weight training area. Lita needed something to do with her hands. Why the hell was she a ball of nerves? She just kept hearing that husky voice in her damn ear. Are you okay? She was letting him get under her skin. Thankfully, as she glanced around Jaz’s shoulders, she could see he wasn’t with the others. She internally

easy wave. The men were in various states of stretching and cleaning up the area. Lita was

hadn’t seemed to catch wind of her vet. Do something with your fucking hands! Lita begged herself, suddenly aware that she was standing with her hands awkwardly pressed together over her stomach.