Shit, this is going to be bad! He was so pissed when he left, I can only imagine what he had plans for. I was standing in front of the gym door, pacing. I really do not want to go inside and face him. I have full confidence I can at least keep up with him, but I will probably be leaving with a few bruises.
WACK! The floor flies open. I turned quickly as it startled me and I saw Wyatt standing there. His eyes were black, so at least he calmed down? His arms were folded over his chest and he was tense. “You have been pacing here for five minutes now? Why haven’t you come inside?” he said, clearly irritated.
“I don’t really need to train today.”
“Oh really? When was the last time you fought?”
“Um, when I saved your sister unless you forgot?”
His eyes went to slits, “I meant trained smartass, now get inside.” He turned and walked back inside. He had on grey sweats with a black tank on. I could watch him walk away any day.
“We will start with hand-to-hand combat”, he positioned himself on the mat and got into a starting position. Sighing, I rolled my neck and stretched my arms, losing myself. I got on the mat and also signaled I was ready to begin. He went for the obvious right-hand jab that I blocked and went to counter with a left jab that he also saw coming. He went to swipe he legs as I jumped over them and pushed off his body to spin and kick him in the back of the head. I landed the kick but he managed not to fall completely and recover. I landed on my feet in a crouch. We went back and forth for a solid hour. Neither of us managed to submit to the other but kept a constant tit-for-tat battle.
“ENOUGH” We heard someone bellow out. Turning, we saw Zach looking pissed as hell walking up to us. “Exactly what is this?”
“Making sure she can defend herself”
Zach raised an eyebrow at me. “I let it slip what Damian said about making me a sex slave and now he thinks he can teach me some moves”, I said, rolling my eyes.
Zach’s mouth slightly twitched but he held his composure. “And did you learn anything?”
“No” I said stubbornly. I actually learned I need to work on being quicker, but I was not about to admit to that.
“Brooke was looking for you two. Why haven’t you guys come to visit her?”
We both looked at each other ashamed. “Yes dad, we will leave now” It was only because he was Brooke’s mate that Wyatt didn’t punch him for speaking to him like that, I am sure but if looks could kill….
“Come on.” I grabbed Wyatt’s arm and drug him out of the gym.
“Are you ever not sarcastic?” Wyatt asked as we walked slowly to the hospital.
“I can be serious if the situation causes for it. Zach is very protective over people who he loves. Nothing I would have said back there would have made a difference. I could have easily commanded him to back off but he was right. I do need to visit Brooke and I was done sparing with you anyway. Apparently, we are evenly matched.”
“Shit, who taught you to fight?”
I took a deep breath and let it out. He knew that answer. Why did he want to talk about that? “My dad did and you already knew that.”
“Yes, I did. What was your childhood like?”
“Aren’t these dates kinds of questions?”
“Just taking the opportunity, princess, so his name is Damian, huh? Would he really have kept you as a sex slave?”
“I saw a whole different side of him when he mated with Holly. I considered myself lucky to have gotten out when I did, thanks to Zach. His parents are watching my house there. I have never beat Damian in a fight, but I haven’t lost either. My dad taught me to always stay strong. Hide your emotions, never show anything on your face. I went through hours of training to keep my heartbeat steady in the face of danger. I was trained to be the perfect warrior. We went outside of the pack, secretively to train me in different forms of fighting. I haven’t mastered them all, but I haven’t lost a fight either. So no, I wouldn’t have been a sex slave. I would have died fighting before I let that happen.” I got flash backs to being in the woods with my dad and I watched him and my mom fight, drawling blood and I had to force my heart to be still.
“Are you happy here?”
“I..” I didn’t know how to answer that question. “I mean, I have no family. I have Zach, who will be staying here. He belongs here with Brooke. I don’t have anything keeping me anywhere. I need to find a place to belong. It isn’t at my old pack either. I would have found my mate at the funeral if he had been there.”
“Unless he wasn’t old enough”
“Wyatt, I don’t do submissive. I want an equal mate. Someone who I can stand beside. My parents had an amazing marriage of love and understanding. I will not hide behind a man. That pack does not always believe that. I will not accept less.”
Wyatt had a strange look on his face. He placed his hands in his pockets and kept walking. We walked in silence till we got to the hospital. Wyatt opened the door for me and we walked in. The receptionist saw Wyatt and bowed her head and pointed to a room off to the right. He nodded in return and walked over to the door and knocked on it. We heard a faint ‘come in’ and he opened the door and allowed me to walk inside first. I felt his hand rest on my lower back.
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