8. Louis

Mia

Two hours later and I was still reeling from these spars. My work consisted of me travelling, a lot, and hardly ever did I get to train, let alone spar, with pack warriors. Not that I didn’t enjoy training with guards, but training with pack wolves was different. They were tactile and worked like a well oiled machine, with messier moves and a more feral approach, as opposed to a guards clean, very specific move set.

‘Alpha enjoyed it too,’ Fallon snickered in my head and I rolled my eyes. Anybody would have been blind not to miss the hard on he was sporting at the end of our spar. It definitely didn’t go unnoticed when I was straddling him, and I have to admit, I was tempted to grind of him a little just to egg him on. ‘Maybe he has a thing for fighting,’ I shrugged, trying to push the memory out of my mind.

Not that I minded, far from it. It was hard not to appreciate the strong, handsome alpha. But he was yet to find his mate, and I was not in a position to become a home wrecke