In the Alpha’s Arms

From Bad to Worse

Chris lell her down here to fight like a dog. And she was going to kill him for it, Lita could feel her blood boiling, could feel that rage keeping her warm in the freezing water while sheets of rain splashed her from the sky. Men kept trying to make a victim out of her.

Was it because she hadn’t been ready when he reached his hand up? Had it been his goal from the start?

She was starting to get a sense for men like that. Men that wanted to hurt women. Men that maybe had a broken part of themselves that needed to hurt women. Men like that were cowards. Weak bastards. And she was sure once she actually challenged that strong façade, there was nothing underneath. The bravado was false.

It was why he tried to make her uncomfortable with sexual innuendos. Why he’d tried to degrade her by popping in on her in the shower. Why he’d been so mad when it hadn’t worked. And when she’d been too distracted to pull him out? He’d forced her in. Where he hoped the other fighters would do his dirty work for him, take your death look like an accident.

And she was determined to tell that spineless man to fuck right off right before she ripped out his throat.

men that wanted to be gods, Werewolves or not, there was something disgusting about wanting to ruin a group through fear. As if to prove her point, she heard a scream as another woman was pushed in from the

upper rim, looking for the man who pushed

in, that woman had died, No one shouted or screamed as she’d been

made them all so passive. They were strong, obviously enough to pull large, muscular werewolf men out of the pit so she doubted they were human. More likely they were werewolves as well Maybe suppressed like her? With no wolf, they were bound to be more disadvantaged, bound to submit to those who were stronger. Maybe they’d never even been taught how to fight. It twisted something in her gut. She’d been that way before and here she

towels and provided aid

Those women were the strongest and dressed in those warmer clothes. But still subservient, still beneath the men.

master.

was, held more muscle than fat. She had been training for months with the toughest men she’d ever met. She knew what she was doing in the ring and how to protect herself outside of it. And if these men thought she’d break and beg them, she’d prove the exact opposite. And she’d prove it in

only helping keep her above freezing. She needed to get moving, get her blood pumping harder because she couldn’t feel her feet or her calves. She backed up until she hit the hard