without question. I had a feeling it was the former.
I left Owen with the new alpha of the north wing and walked away. It was Santa’s choice now, conform or die. I smirked at the name he now had. He couldn’t be taken seriously with that nickname, but I’d use it just to annoy the shit out of him.
I spent the next hour parading my strength around each pack’s territory. I’d show my face in gen pop tomorrow. Right now, my wolf was feeling unsettled. Too much threat of violence without releasing it always made us dangerous.
“I’m going to hit the gym.'' My words informed no one in particular. I didn’t need guards, I was more than capable of protecting myself, but I accepted that even I could die from a well placed blade in my back.
Stone, my third in command stepped closer. “You want some company?”
I grunted. His question was irrelevant, he’d come anyway. His muscles and jaw strained with as much tension as mine. Suppressed power was thick in the air around us, sending people scuttling out of our way as we prowled the prison corridors. There were very few ways for predators like us to release tension. Fuck or fight. No way could I face the first right now. I didn’t want anyone that close to me, so fighting it was.
Stone grinned, baring his teeth and slapped my back. “Come on, my friend. Let’s go bruise some minions.”
I chuckled. “You mean Myles.”
“No, not just Myles. Reed too. It’ll wind them both up.” The tension between those two males was something that never ceased to amaze me—truly a fuck or fight situation. They’d chosen fight—for now—though I had no idea what held them back from the other option. Rolling my head on my shoulders, I grunted in answer to Stone. It had nothing to do with me.
As we sauntered past the males guarding the entrance to the training area, they lowered their eyes in respect.
At the far end of the huge hall, past the ten boxing rings and the free weights area, was a whole wall of punching bags. I headed towards it. In the far corner, a single male pummeled a bag. From the free weights area, Reed watched Myles. Muscle rippled under Myles’s dark skin as he punched, dipped and struck with his elbows and knees.
Stone grinned, ready to begin his plan, until a blonde woman with a killer figure strode towards us. His grey gaze filled with ice as he fixed it on Shannon, who ignored him and sashayed up to me. Not bothering to hide my irritation, I nodded at him to continue. With a scowl he did, heading over to Myles.
“Hey, boss.” As always Shannon tried to sound sultry. And she did, I suppose, but I held in a growl. I was not interested in dealing with Shannon Doherty right now. I didn’t want to fuck her tonight, and she wasn’t part of my pack, so I didn’t need to listen to her bitch about someone else. I allowed her in the training hall and kept an eye on her purely because of my past with her sister. Most of the time, like now, she was a pain in my arse. I grunted in her general direction, side stepped, and prowled after Stone. She shuffled sideways, and her hand landed in the middle of my pecs. I allowed her to stop me, but my voice was ice cold.
“What do you want?”
She pouted, which only irritated me more. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” She pushed right up to my side, one foot between my legs, the other flanking my thigh which left the heat of her pussy resting on my leg. I didn’t even feel myself stir.
“And?” I glanced down at her. I put my hands on her waist and pushed her back so that the heat receded.
Her eyes narrowed. “And how about we spend the night together, lover boy?”
I stepped away and fixed her with an icy glare. “No. You already know I don’t spend the night with anyone. And call me lover boy again, and you’ll lose your privileges to come in here. If I want what’s between your legs, I’ll let you know. Until then, feel free to go fuck someone else.”
I walked away without another thought. The punching bag was looking more and more appealing. My muscles were wound so tight, I really wanted to break something, and if I didn’t get to that bag soon, it would