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.

him well?” she asked, finally meeting his gaze, clear blue eyes locking onto hers with a scathing scrutiny. Damn, and she had

expected: a handsome older man in a neat business suit and dress shoes. Nothing about him screamed be afraid but her intuition was pleading for her to tread carefully. His straight, angular face 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

looked at his perfect attire once more then she glanced around them at all the casual clothes, bordering on wash–day attire, before returning to the man that looked out of place. Was he an owner? A financial backer? His aura certainly

was forced and Lita found the action made her more uncomfortable than his straight face had. She decided to drop the conversation, returning to the fight. How quickly could she change seats without making him upset? Perhaps if she just got up and

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

back off as he realized she

her thoughts back in. It was like gravity. He would always pull her in. Her hormones felt all over the place, her emotions too. One minute she was pissed, the next depressed, and the next horny. It was giving her whiplash and she didn’t

you are?” Fuck, he was back.

so she could slip away. Her intuition was having a full blown fear response and she couldn’t understand why. He hadn’t done anything. Really, he hadn’t said anything. It was just his aura. Something about him made her skin

Maxam

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

are you from? Though when he said it, somehow

hear someone calling her name but she couldn’t make out

someone doesn’t want you

her head back, moving

She didn’t need to be told twice. The man sneered over her shoulder

the man’s smug voice grated on her ears. Ace pulled her firmly, using her arm to leverage her off

or drugs by now. What with who your daddy was, the