Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

Chapter 182

Michael is a big guy. Just like his cousin Jordan. As I'm taking in their skills to pair them up for sparing. I can't help but laugh and Jordan isn't helping with his cars burning bright red. It alw doesn't help that they look very similar. While fortan has pretty honey amber eyes, this guy has hy blue eyes and his hair a nice soft brown shade.

"Michael, welcome." I greet him.

"My Queen," he bows.

"You're pairing up with Lillies for a sparing, I inform him. Jordas tenses up. "Jordan, you'll be pairing up with James,"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, non-negotiable,"

"He's a beta." James protests.

"Bunny, you and Mack,"

"Yes," the two of them high-five each other and make their way over to the mats.

I turn my attention to the King who is paying attention to his phone. I take it out of his hand and set it on the table behind him. He looks up at me annoyed.

You can spar with me,"

"We've been through this," he shakes his head.

"It's just a warm-up so we can show the others what to expect," I take his hand and lead him to the mat. He looks down at me unamused with the situation. "Okay, so I'm going to attack him and he's going to try and stop me. I want you to pay close attention to our movements,"

"Perry-"

"Assume a defensive stance," I encourage him.

He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly before doing what I asked. I clear my throat and step to him widening his feet and helping him with his posture. It annoys him further, but when I swing he catches my move with his hand. I kick at his stance but it doesn't teeter him in the slightest. We both move around each other, me attacking and him blocking.

"You have a heavy hand," he complains when my fist meets his forearm with a sharp smack.

"You can take it. I'm sure I've dealt worse," I laugh.

go for his legs. I punch the back of his

to grab my arms before I can fully put him in a headlock. My arms shake as I try to stop him from pulling me

around him and lift myself to fully lock him in. He knows he can't pull apart my legs without actually hurting me. We fall on the mat and he finally taps my

them in a fight. Fighting isn't about releasing your rage. It's about focusing that anger on the

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come with a

who do you think that

e. I've

I need more training. I can slave you exactly what I can do he challenges The

"All right

"Perry," he growl.

can take him even in wolf form. I broke his

at him. I wave James over and he waits for the king to get off the mat. I assume a defensive position and give him way to come at me. That's what he wants and I plan to show him just how utterly unprepared he was to be given the position he wanted at the Falcon's side. James comes at me trying to sweep my feet out from under me. I step back and bring my knee up When he goes to cover his face I quickly spin around and kick him on

stepping back so we could start over he loses his temper and comes at me. I dodge his wild attacks and allow him to slip through enough for him to slap me across the face. Acting on instinct I backhand him. He staggers back but I don't stop. I unleash a barrage of attacks on him until he's lying

want to fucking

Hold back," Mackenzie growls at me.

takes in his demeanor and every time he reaches me with his claws the energy in my body is released. He takes that as a challenge and continues to try and attack me

let him. I let him come at me with everything he's got. When he starts to slow down I move in for the kill. He growls with the hard slap of my skin against his and for the final fuck you, I swing for his face. My fist meets his nose with a sickening crack. His head whips back

tell you that any one of those alphas that fuck sent you to would have torn you to shreds. Get up. You're not fucking done. You're still going to spar with Jordan," . "My nose is broken," he growls at me. I step up to him looking it over and press both sides to pop it back into place. He slaps my hands away as blood comes out

out on the field with this mediocre ass training. Get up and clean this shit up," I motion the blood. One of the guards with the King tries to come help him, but I put my hand out. I growl at him and he lets out a heavy sigh letting James get himself back on his feet. We all watch him as he gets up to get the towels by the cleaning station. He cleans himself up

but that's the only way he seems to learn. Like myself, the only way anyone ever stopped me was by force. My father,

King. There's a huge difference between him and his brother. One he seems to think makes the King weak. It's a fucking miracle that

real strength

take a mat. Let's get ready to begin, I call

as the others

"What?" he asks bitterly.

not trying to

you sure about that?"

can give me that power. If you act like a victim, you're never going to stop being one. You're not Jonas. Stop trying to be. Comparing yourself

"That's not the same,"

the assignment I gave you Saturday night. He wouldn't even where to start. "Get that out