In the Alpha’s Arms

Ace

Cole had the bags sent up to the rooms then made his way to the basement for tournament check–in. Several other competitors lined the hallway as he rounded the corner. He saw a few familiar faces of people he’d trained or people he’d fought at one point or another. They exchanged slight nods. Then he suddenly noticed a very familiar face.

Ace! Man long time no see,” Cole slapped his hand and punched him in the shoulder. Ace had been a good friend in the fighting circuit since Cole first started out. Early on, even when they were still in high school, he and Ace would sneak out of the teen fighting tournaments to watch their favorites over in the real division. It had been such an escape for Cole, he’d never looked back and it was the same for Are.

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“Thought you stopped competing, dude. Damn it’s good to see you,” Ace laughed, playfully putting up his fists to fight, “You came to take my title I ain’t gonna hand it over easy!”

“Maybe,” Cole shrugged, mimicking the fighting stance, “Heard you got rusty with no competition.”

“Hey! Save it for the ring you two, the announcer yelled, “Didn’t think I’d see this rematch any time soon!” He leaned in to put a hand on Cole’s shoulder. “Im really happy you’re back. We all missed you. Missed you both. His tone turned somber for a second before he shook it off

“Who am I signing in for the tournament?” The official asked, walking over to Cole, handing him the clip board. Cole filled in each name and weight class. He felt postalgic. How long had it been since he was in a ring for a real Fight? Almost a year? Not since James. He couldn’t ignore the pulse of excitement that went through him. It felt good to get back to what he loved.

He just wasn’t even sure he was ready yet. Cole had been training hard, eating well, working on his form and technique but the fear of failure was still much since there,fied left on top. Would he return to find himself at the bottom? What would that do for the gym? The turnout was already down so James died not only because he lost his star fighter but because he hadn’t been able to coach through his grief. Of course he understood his fighters couldn’t wait for him to get it together, they needed to take their careers seriously but he was ready to recruit again. Step one was proving he could still hold his own.

“Any additional guests go in the bottom box…”

Cole scribbled down Lita and Jaz before clicking the pen and returning the clipboard.

“Perfect come get your numbers before you fight. I’ll send out the matchups later tonight. You coming to the welcoming party later?”

anywhere near a party full of wolves she didn’t know. Or more importantly, wolves who didn’t know she was his, “Uh we’ll see how I’m feeling. Might just focus on the fights tomorrow” The

you since…shit well a long time.” he gave

eyes when she talked about James. The low whimper of her voice. He ran his fingertips over each other, remembering the feel

a workout, I need to get my mind right, Cole assured, following Ace’s lead

had so much going on already and with Cole being such a dick about your mate bond it just didn’t feel fair to you. Are

Stace’s arms, it’s all so much to handle,” she cried into her chest. Lita wanted to feel close to something, anything in that moment where she felt so far from her brother. She hadn’t even known him,

tell you

why he was back in New York that weekend.

I never even knew him.

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not. He loved you and you loved him, there’s no reason to beat yourself up, La.

“We’re a fucking mess.

are,” Stace cracked

it like? The

the best day you’ve ever had, but all the time. Every day. Does that make sense? I mean before him I was fine. Regular. Happy. But with him it was like one. More life. More colors, More feelings… all feelings.”

Cole could be more? It could be even better than it already felt? She shook her head. There was no point comparing her situation. It wouldn’t be a situation much longer. He was going to reject her. But when, she wondered? Thirty more days had come and gone since he

what you’re thinking about, Lita. And the answer is yes. It would be just as intense with you and

how you became a bunny?” Lita moved so she was

it but feeling that happy, that GOOD all the time, is irreplaceable. I’ll never have it that good again, Lita.