CHAPTER 7: ALPHA’S TRICKERY

Nox's POV

Three weeks after the ‘kiss’, here I was wanting to kick the man making a ruckus and calling out my name early in the morning.

Day after day of hard labour, and night after night of songs blending, bodies moving, sweat dripping down exposed chests and t*ts, and pleasure-strummed hands charging frantically over forbidden places, I had lived by the saying, “Work Hard But Play Harder.”

“Who has a death wish early in the morning ?” I groaned, burying my face in my arms.

“The Alpha is awaiting your arrival at the training ground near the waterfall, Beta Nox. It is urgent,” the messenger conveyed before fleeing from the club and making a run for his life. Good call, I thought as I tried to sit up.

An avalanche of headaches rolled through my entire being and for a moment I forgot who I was and where I was.

Flashbacks of various pairs of hands feeling me under the shirt and the musky scent rolling off bodies that thumped in pleasure, desire, need, came crashing through.

A pair of strong hands gripped my waist and pulled me backward, kissing me along the neck.

I leaned into the strongly packed chest and let my head fall back, giving into the soft morning touches.

"God, you're drop-dead gorgeous," the Gamma huskily whispered in my ear. "A thing of beauty meant to be loved and cherished," he added while peppering kisses behind my ear and down my neck.

"Mhmm. Couldn't agree more," the Delta with bare hanging breasts over her low-cut, red dress hummed as she swung a delicately tattooed leg over me and straddled me with erotic passion. 

With my back pressed into the Gamma's hard chest and head tucked under his chin, I reveled in the morning bliss of the weekend holiday. 

The Alpha could go and fvck himself at the training ground while all his chiefs were bonding on a personal level. 

A soft moan escaped my lips as Rhys' hand slipped under my pants to jut out my rock-hard erection, and Theressa leaned down to lick my leaking tip. At the same time, my olfactory senses were overpowered by an angry burst of cinnamon-scented air.

My heart suddenly raced and a soft whine fell out of my lips. However, it turned into a languid moan when Rhys bit on my sensitive n*pple.

Looking behind the c*ck-sucking Delta, I saw a quietly fuming Alpha with red-dangerous anger cracking the whites of his eyes.

Xayden’s palms fisted beside him and his jaw ticked when I came with a shout and sank deeper into the Gamma’s ripped chest with my eyes rolling back behind my head.

“Alpha !” Theressa suddenly exclaimed as if her lungs were seized, while Rhys chuckled and wrapped his arms around my neck.

A lock of blonde hair hung in Xayden’s eyes and behind them, the blue eyes were squinted in narrow, angry slits.

"Hey boss, this is embarrassing. What do ya want?" Rhys asked.

"Training ground. 30 minutes." Xayden tersely said and spun around to exit our private room in the club.

He must have forced the club manager to give his messenger the master card. Officious moron.

Knowing how much Xayden hated someone else's touch on me over the last 3 weeks if his glares were any hint, just to be an ass, I moaned out loud.

Xayden stilled without turning his face for a good two seconds before he shook his head and walked out.

"So we have 30 minutes for shower sex." Rhys winked and laughed when Theresa and I slapped a bare thigh each.

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Nox's POV 

I wanted to punch the Alpha. Right now. Right here.

My vision felt blurry after drinking and getting next to no sleep the whole Friday night.

It was supposed to be our weekend off and here I was, in the dead center of the dangerous, rocky arena by the waterfall with thousands of wolves coming to watch the challenge set at such a short notice.

Xayden Adler. Fvcking b*stard. He set me up!!

Here I was, with my senses intoxicated and my brain hardly functioning. To top it all, after a night of ass slapping s*x, there seemed to be zero coordination between the instructions of my brain and watery limbs.

My chest tightened when Xayden made the announcement. 

"We are all gathered here to test if Mr Nox Canning is capable of holding the Beta position of our million strong plus pack. According to the rules set by the revered elders of the Council, the Beta is required to prove his worth in the challenges set by the ruling Alpha. Hence, I declare three bouts wherein the Beta is required to excel in all three. One mistake or defeat and the Beta position will be open to other wolves of the pack, as well as the relegation of My Canning as the apprentice of the Head Cook."

I wanted to snap his neck, especially when I saw that he had set me against the Gamma, Delta and 20 other warriors in the first match. Weapons free.

Feeling dizzy and unable to keep my eyes from watering under the sun's furious glare, I cursed Xayden for the thousandth time. 

He had not given me a notice ! I mean the sneaky man did two days back but he had slipped it under next week's review files. 

It seemed like he was hellbent on making my life miserable, but unfortunately for him, I was not only a Beta by blood, but also a true one by soul. I was meant for this position. I had trained under worse circumstances and a week of booze and gala was not going to hamper the chances of my rightful seat.

A gasp flew among the crowd when I sharply commanded.

"Get me the darkest blindfold you have. NOW !"