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

“But Lob L

you insufferable… Lita ground

nice,” he quipped, pulling open the gym door and holding it open for her. Lita rolled her

the tournament, he’d installed even more training equipment. He even had contractors come fix up the interior walls. Lita thought back

she still didn’t feel any closer to the answer. Stace tossed her a pair of gloves

casually closing the distance to 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

this attention made her skin itch and the idea that she’d get her ass handed to her on a glorified stage had her heart sputtering. Ace had been kicking her ass every day for a week but at least it was only between the two of them. This was different. This was Lita, the pack’s Luna and

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

there are humans here.

you know. You’ve forced

Lila vs. Stace

of Lita’s mind. She could be so stubborn, her demeanor silently telling Lita the truth still

snapped her gloves together

feel her own hands as she stuffed them into 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 one. She charged Lita and forcibly maneuvered her into

into her first fight? Lita didn’t have time to scold herself, she didn’t even have time to sigh. Instead she immediately positioned

punch, there’s a slightly longer delay, Nyx insisted, take the

when Stace threw her left again, Lita slammed her fist into stace’s ribs hard and used the momentum

strike, block, block, strike. Lita could barely keep up with the speed and aggression of Stace’s fighting style. She was studying the form, trying to remember Mark’s words about the stand up techniques.

could hit was forearm for bicep. It was only going to buy her seconds before

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