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?”

not very Luna–like.” The taunt was enough to get Lita moving that time, slight limp and all.

“But Lob L

bones you insufferable… Lita ground

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

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? What could she give them? What insight did she specifically bring to

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 headgear. Neither

shift immediately. Whatever training they’d been doing, whatever exercises or conversations, their eyes all sliced to Lita, their Luna. The

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

them. Andres was the one who always treated her special as if he found her

are humans here. No

It’s not always my fault you know. You’ve forced our shift a time or

Lila vs. Stace

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

her gloves together with

and Stace charged. Lita

Mark knocked her clean out as punishment for letting herself be cornered? 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. Instead she immediately positioned her elbows tight against her ribs, where

there’s a slightly longer delay, Nyx

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 Stace recovered quickly, smirking as she closed

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. Then in a flash, she was

Lita dropped her hands into a guarded position around her head, tucking her elbows in tight so all Stace could hit was forearm for bicep. It was only going

Brody’s training. Ground game… how do you get out of an unfavorable position? The question rang in her head. Along with the images of submission holds, maneuvers her body could do to