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13. Cherish
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The Beta's Prize 14. Ivan
I hung back after showering and changing from training today, I needed to ask Vincent for a favour. Considering these past few weeks were the most I’ve ever spoken to him he must think I’m losing my mind. “What is it Ivan?” he barked as the room emptied. “I can tell you’re waiting for me?” Like a silverback gorilla he stood tall and proud, his scars and white hair for all to see. “I’m wanting to ask if I can use the running track later?” “Just you?” “Well, I want to take my prize out there. She’s not used to the lack of fresh air here so I’m thinking…” “You want her perking up before the showcase?” he guffawed, “or you just like doing it outside Ivan?” he asked with a filthy leer. I couldn’t help my face turning scarlet, not because it wasn’t true but because Vincent clearly thought deep down I was as feral as the rest. “Something like that.” “Course you can, I can’t guarantee you’ll be alone, the truck with the new prizes arrives today so it might get busier but you can take y
The Beta's Prize 15. Cherish
I could have cried, being out in the fresh air was amazing after so many weeks of corridors and the tiny window in his room. I didn’t want to let go of his hand though, just because he had finished guiding me didn’t mean I wanted him to break his hold. Instead I squeezed it tighter, whispering “thank you, I really needed this.” He led me towards the oval four-hundred metre race track and we started slowly walking around. There was even the odd bird chirping, I almost felt free if I squinted and looked past all the barbed wire and buildings surrounding us.. “What happened today?” Ivan asked carefully, keeping his face forward. I told him all about Genevieve and Martha, how I had helped carry her to the recovery ward. I stared up at him while I spoke, watching his jaw clench and work as I described the pitiful state she had been left in. “Do you think she will live?” “Yes, but only because Martha has promised to take her to watch his fight so that she might cheer his death.” “Hmm
The Beta's Prize 16. Ivan
Kingsley, of course. Practically bouncing across the track he was that happy with his hunting. The man definitely had some sadistic tendencies, I’d hate to think what kind of conversations he had with his wolf. He never took a woman himself though, or had any kind of relationships that we could see. “Ivan, ready for the draw?” he said, completely ignoring Cherish by my side. “I’m ready either way, can I help you with anything?” “You want to see the new prizes I’ve fetched back. We’re making it more interesting this time, we have a pair of sisters. Stunning blonde things, definitely up your street seeing as you picked this one,” glancing at Cherish. What the fuck am I meant to say to that? Well done for stealing two daughters from a home? It’s sickening but I know I am only able to protect Cherish right now. Her hand squeezing mine tightly is the only thing I can focus on. “Are you coming to watch the draw?” Kingsley asked Cherish, “we’ve got some much sexier dresses and heels we
The Beta's Prize 17. Cherish
Ivan left me a few hours ago. I thought the clarification my fiancee was an arranged match Ivan might, I don’t know, maybe show some interest in me? If he is not interested then why do I catch his eyes on me so often and think of kind things for me, ordering books, clothes and giving me a glimpse of the outside world? What are all these sparks and swirling sensations if not desire? I know I am attracted to him, I hopelessly gaze at his body whenever he walks past. All the extra training he has done, constantly eating steaks and huge servings of food too means his chest, abs and shoulders are all bigger and even firmer than when I first met him. Even his red hair, it makes every other man boring in comparison. The coppery tones and fiery colours compliment his glinting eyes rendering him constantly captivating. Perhaps he is just getting into the zone and I am delusional. I did make him talk an awful lot about his past today. His mate. He already had his true love, a fact that sho
The Beta's Prize 18. Ivan
Of course I was drawn. Ten men selected, Xavier’s grey ball emerged and I just knew. “RED! WE HAVE RED! What a match that will be Xavier versus Ivan everybody!” Kingsley had roared. I shot a quick look at Vincent who was already staring at me to gauge my reaction.I put my head back down to the ground and said nothing.I don’t know how the crowd doesn't see through the act. The balls must have ridges or indents on them for the draw to work this way. Yes, the bag is held aloft to the crowd, there is no obvious interference only the entering and withdrawing of a hand. Vincent and Kingsley know exactly who they are picking.The crowd went ballistic, with Xavier grinning with all his demented grandeur, hi-fiving Denton as though he’d won the lottery. “This is a match-up that will break records!” Kingsley screamed to a crowd that was largely ignoring him now they had the information they needed.What more could the Axelon group want? As the crowd began to filter out the guards with the cat
The Beta's Prize 19. Cherish
I’ve been keeping my head down this whole week. Not ignoring Ivan, just not distracting him either. Martha keeps finding little jobs for me in the bathhouse so my visits there are filling almost the whole day now. It’s better than being lonely in the room, and better than fighting my own body’s desires to jump onto Ivan’s bare torso every time he walks out of the bathroom. Instead of pouncing on him I’m ordering him steaks, large filling meals full of protein, organising his training gear, even cleaning it like it’s going to make a difference when he enters that terracotta pit. Tonight is the Showcase. My guts are inside out with fear, how has Ivan done this eleven times? I’ve promised myself, just wait a little longer. When he makes it through this fight and kills Xavier I am going to tell him I have feelings for him. I’ve got to know if these feelings are purely in my head. The scent of fresh apples teases me all day in that room, teases me to the point where I find myself searc
The Beta's Prize 20. Ivan
I’m a dead man. How am I meant to fight Xavier now when all I want to do is sprint back to that room and grab her back to me. Her lightly stepping towards me, those blue eyes of hers somehow steamily hot as she rendered me powerless, I was already fighting every instinct. Her kiss was electrifying, Kohl was whipping around in a frenzy of pleasure at the sensation of her lips against me. Even then I tried to resist, I didn’t want to scare her with how desperately I wanted her but that breathy little pant of hers snapped my last shred of honour. I don’t know what would have stopped me ripping every item of clothing from her had Kingsley not walked in. Fuck, I don’t even notice, or care how loud the crowd is. The fact I’m standing under blazing spotlights with thousands of men scrambling for the best view means nothing now I’ve held her body against mine. This is just the introduction, thank the Goddess. I’ve got five fights to get my head back together. To forget the way her hot mou
The Beta's Prize 21. Cherish
This must be the most bizarre girl’s night out in history. Martha and I were disguised in huge black hoods, matching many other guests, apparently a White Forest Pack style Martha assured me. Together we guided a limping Genevieve, walking with a stick, sporting a large black hat with her masses of curly hair tucked inside. She had borrowed some of my clothes seeing as she only had the rancid silk slip she was first presented in. She could have been missing a leg and she would have dragged herself out to this pit of barbarity tonight, so determined to see Franklin meet his end. Even so the mood was almost fun, the crowd was exhilaratingly wild. Martha warned me there was no way to escape, every exit out of the complex being severely monitored by the guards. How could I tell her, for the first time ideas of escape were not on my mind, not until I knew Ivan was safe. Amidst the flowing beer, crude jokes and jostling for position we found ourselves in the thick of it. We couldn’t se
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