In the Alpha’s Arms

Lita vs. Stace

Son of a bitch” Lita hissed, cupping her groin. The searing pain had Nyx up her anger, laughing so loud it was making her see red.

p on her fe

feet, ready to snap Ace’s neck. He was too busy howling to notice

“In his defense,” Stace coughed her laugh away, “I did try to tell you that getting kicked in the groin hurts us too.”

“Not. Now. Stace,” Lita gritted out, entirely too close to throwing up in the middle of the training grounds, “If you broke my pelvis, Cole’s going to rip off your head.”

my mind thanks.”

“Ewwww can you not remind me you two… you know?” Ace grimaced, getting back to his feet, Td prefer to never have that image in my

“Oh like you described you and Jaz the other night? Lita dry heaved, disgusted at both the details of his sex life and her own injured vagina.

“Point taken. No more sex in idle conversation,” he shook off a disgusted shiver. Despite how desperately she wanted to pummel him into the dirt, Lita could take a moment to appreciate how happy he seemed to be with Jaz. There was enough PDA to make her want to harf but the smiling, laughing and date nights were what actually warmed Lita’s heart. It was clear as day to anyone with eyes how perfectly suited to each other they were. Both smart assed jokesters, both caring and kind, both disciplined and fiercely loyal

Selfish or not, Lita found herself thanking the heavens that Ace had ended up happy with Jaz, otherwise it might have been awkward for them all. Before all that, there had been a moment she and Ace shared. Either an unconscious understanding or a feeling but it had been there nonetheless. She never forgot the wild look of rage in Cole’s eyes when he took Ace to the mat over her.

“Alright, enough petty bullshit,” Stace cleared her throat, “Let’s head to the ring.” She sidestepped Ace’s body, still full of laughter, and brushed past Lita towards the gym.

Lita groaned, “Aw come on, you still expect me to fight with a crushed pelvis?”

called over her shoulder, “It’s not very Luna–like.” The taunt was enough to get Lita moving that time, slight limp and all. An arm slinked around her shoulders, “Ohhhh stop being

“But Lob L

bones you insufferable… Lita ground her

pulling open the gym door and

even had contractors come fix up the interior walls. Lita thought back to

to the answer. Stace tossed her a pair of gloves as she ducked under the

fact, Lita had even stopped limping, but the attention of all the wolves in the gym seemed to shift immediately. Whatever training they’d been doing, whatever exercises or conversations, their eyes all sliced to Lita, their Luna. The

Alex stood nearby, equally as irritated, judging by the way he clenched his arms over his chest and heaved. Their eyes slid to her as soon as her leg slipped under the rope. She groaned. All this attention made her skin itch and the idea that she’d get her ass

embarrassing the whole pack. She hadn’t spent enough time talking with the other pack members to know how much or how little her status mattered to them. Andres was the one who always treated her special as if he found her new title to be reverential. He barely called her Lita at all anymore, only Luna. This was too much pressure. She felt torn between vomiting and soiling her pants but if she had any

are humans

you know. You’ve forced our shift a time

Lila vs. Stace

walls of Lita’s mind. She could be so stubborn, her demeanor silently

snapped her gloves together with

the fingerless gloves and velcroed them closed. Snapping them together as well, she mouthed yep. Ace rang the bell and Stace charged. Lita hadn’t seen her tournament fight but it wasn’t a surprise she’d won. Stace was an aggressive fighter not a cautious

she manage to do thirty seconds into her first fight? Lita didn’t have time to scold herself, she didn’t even have time to sigh. Instead she immediately positioned her elbows tight against her

left punch, there’s a slightly longer delay, Nyx

right– when Stace threw her left again, Lita slammed her fist into stace’s ribs hard and used the momentum to slip out of the corner. But

form, trying to remember Mark’s words about the stand up techniques. Then in a flash, she was on her back. One well–placed fist to the jaw sent her

body shot. Lita dropped her hands into a guarded position around her head, tucking her elbows in tight so all Stace could hit

of an unfavorable position? The question rang in her head. Along with the images of submission holds, maneuvers her body could do to throw her opponent off balance, ways to make herself difficult to hit. A sharp pain radiated through