In the Alpha’s Arms

Maxim

That stare made her self conscious but it also made her wet. She felt bad, guilty like she’d done something wrong but she also felt prickling heat and a sense that she’d enjoy him working his anger out on her later. She shook the thought away. This was a whole other bag of crazy. But she couldn’t help the way she felt.

She was hurt by being brushed off. Yes, and she was pissed too because she was sure she hadn’t done anything to deserve it. Moreover she was confused and the more unclear things were the more tense she felt. But she was also attracted to him. And she felt something else for him too but she didn’t know what. It was a hard emotion to place because it was more than like and less than love. Some kind of attachment had formed between them after last night and it pulled at her heart.

Even if he was giving her the cold shoulder, she wanted to see the best in him. She wanted to believe things weren’t as they seemed.

Cole tore his eyes away from her so slowly it looked like it actually hurt. He briefly scanned the crowd once more, this time more frantic than the last. He was looking for someone else? But the bell rang and he was forced to focus solely on the fight though he let his eyes find her one last time before returning to Bedlam.

All of Lita’s thoughts disappeared as soon as the fight began. She focused on watching Cole dominate the ring. He was a force of nature, moving nimbly despite his imposing size. Lita switched her gaze back and forth between Cole and the very large man he fought. Adrenaline rushed through her like she was the one in the ring. All of that time spent practicing in the gym had paid off. He was sure of himself and focused, dealing strong hits and dodging his opponent. She couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered every time he outmaneuvered a punch or kick. This was what had the crowd so addicted.

Lita scooted farther forward, nearly on the edge of her seat with admiration and pride. His movements were sure and viscous, as if he were going in for the kill. Cole wasn’t concerning himself with points. He wanted a knockout and he wanted it quickly. His punches were urgent, almost rushed.

“He’s something special isn’t he? Midnight, I mean,” a man asked, scooting into the bleacher seat beside her. He’d been sitting there for a while but she hadn’t acknowledged him. Lita turned, half distracted, to respond, “Mmhm, very impressive.”

She want in the mood for mindless chit chat but how was she supposed to tell a stranger, fuck off because I’m going through an existential crisis. It sounded insane.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him fight,” the man reminisced, “But it’s like no time has passed. Makes an old man proud to see such fine genes.” Okay? The dude was weird as hell but he sounded harmless.

gaze, clear blue eyes locking onto

was pinched tight as if he smelled something foul but it didn’t diminish his well groomed appearance. His handsome features reminded her of someone but she couldn’t place the face. He just felt

wash–day attire,

drop the conversation, returning to the fight. How

I ask you something?” Dammit, he wasn’t going to take the hint and let their

attention, watching Cole try to submit Bedlam, hoping that he’d back off as he realized she didn’t care anymore. The long

It was like gravity. He would always pull her in. Her hormones

going to ask what you are?” Fuck, he was back. She groaned a

Her intuition was having a full blown fear response

Maxam

that, I can tell you’re human. Obviously you don’t smell like a wolf,” he shifted forward in his seat a bit until

mumbled, rolling her eyes. It was a classic pick up line she’d heard often. What are you mixed with? Are you foreign? Where are you from? Though when he said it, somehow it didn’t feel sexual at all. It felt icky, like slime under

her name but she couldn’t make out the person or where

someone doesn’t want you

my name?” she snapped her head back, moving to her feet to seize that opening

be told twice. The man sneered over her shoulder and his eyes seemed to deaden

little chat if he sent you,” the man’s smug voice grated on her ears. Ace pulled her firmly, using her arm to leverage her off the bleachers. One large tug backwards and

thought you would’ve been lost to alcohol or drugs by now. What with who your daddy was, the man cleared his throat, “Does Cole