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?”

moving that time, slight limp and all. An arm slinked around her shoulders, “Ohhhh stop being a baby!” Ace teased, “You don’t even

“But Lob L

bones you insufferable… Lita ground

gym door and holding it open for her. Lita rolled her

Cole had found a way to make it look even nicer. And after the tournament, he’d installed even more training equipment. He even had contractors come fix up the interior walls. Lita thought back to what it meant to be a Luna. She needed to find a way to be of service to her pack. How could she help them?

the last week but she still didn’t feel any closer to the answer. Stace tossed her a pair of gloves as she ducked under the ring ropes. Lita didn’t bother with a mouth guard or

the ring without much talk at all. In 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 smattering of humans flicked their eyes over to the ring as well, simply following the path the wolves had already blazed with their

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 handed to her on a glorified

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

there are humans here. No

my fault you know. You’ve forced

Lila vs. Stace

away her hackles and stared lazily at the walls of Lita’s mind. She

gloves together

as well, she mouthed yep. Ace rang the bell and Stace charged. Lita hadn’t seen her tournament fight but

And what did 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.

left punch, there’s a slightly longer delay, Nyx insisted, take the opening and hit

hard and used the momentum to slip out of the corner. But Stace recovered quickly, smirking as she

the 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

over her, taking body shot after body shot. Lita dropped her hands into a guarded position around her head, tucking her elbows in tight so all Stace could hit was forearm for

head. Along with the images of submission holds, maneuvers her body could