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
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
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
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
The doctor’s smarmy grin as he checked my pulse, “someone got a prize waiting?” made me want to rip his face clean off. The instant he declared I was fit enough to train I pushed past him and sprinted down the warren of grey corridors. My ribs were red raw, the flesh still knitting itself back together, but I am not bleeding and fully conscious, therefore fit enough to see her. When the door refused to budge, fear thudded into the pit of my stomach. Either Cherish hadn’t heard from me and thought I was dead, or one of the others had made an attempt to get to her. “Cherish!” I said as calmly as possible, though it still sounded like a thuggish shout. I couldn’t help it. Craving her touch since the second I let go of her hand almost two days ago has been more painful than the ribs gouges. I can’t close my eyes without seeing the curve of her lips and the way she looked at me before she kissed me. Heated blue eyes, it shouldn’t even be possible. As I hear her squeak my name my blood
The more kisses I lavished on him the more he seemed to accept that I genuinely want this to happen. Having to confess to having zero experience in the world of men made him pause but oh god now his hands were back, sparking reactions all over my body. He tugged at my vest, lifting it up over my head. I stood in only his shorts and black lace bra. His green eyes simply ate me up as though I was some uncovered treasure. The heat of his gaze should have made me blush and retreat but instead I felt emboldened. The fear of losing him had made me shut down the nagging, worried part of my brain at how impossible this situation was, at least for now. “I believe the shorts are yours too,” I smiled, watching his hands slowly travel from my waist towards the knot tied at the front. Standing on the mattress my chest, hoisted upwards in my lace bra was very close to his face, indeed I could feel his breath on my chest as he looked down to untie the knot. Looking down at his busy hands I couldn
Cherish’s face quickly screws up in confusion but I know what I saw. Her iris, normally a pale sky blue, constantly drawing my vision to bathe in the soft pools of colour had pink flecks. Glinting shards, resembling the beauty of a shattered amethyst. There is no way for a human to produce such an effect, it is the spirit of one’s wolf. I know my own eyes have a strong gold tinge to them. Lust, passion and anger, all call a wolf to the fore. Instead of getting to enjoy the warmth of her in my arms and cover her in gentle loving caresses, Cherish suddenly starts pushing me away and scampering across the mattress.“Don’t be silly Ivan,” she huffed, throwing one of my vests over her, so baggy it acted like a dress as she flew to the mirror and stared. “There’s nothing there!” “Well not now you’re crazy-staring into a mirror, but a minute ago,” I said with a lazy smile, still lying on the bed, the pain in my ribs gradually subsiding from her legs being wrapped around me. Shit, I need a
After Ivan left, I cried, scalding tears of frustration and sadness. Then I spent an age staring into the mirror. There is nothing there, my eyes are their usual placid blue but that’s not why I lashed out. I cannot understand myself. Why did I get so defensive about the idea I might be part-wolf? Would it really be that horrendous? Apart from the obvious psychopaths and villains in this hellhole, and the ones who raided our villages, Martha, Genevieve and Ivan have been just as kind as any humans I know. After all, I'm seeing woodland and even wolves in dreams and oh my god the sparks. None of it is normal, I know this. I’m in so much denial that I’ve gone and wrecked it with Ivan. After he made me feel like I was on another planet with pleasure I have repaid his kindness by making him feel like scum. The guilt is overwhelming. The way his face changed after I lashed out. “I thought you wanted to die,” was burned into my conscience. That was an appalling thing to say. If I coul