HarleyThe warehouse is packed tonight. I’m not surprised, it’s the last series of fights for the season. Good thing too, I’m getting over the whole thing. It’s really helped to rebuild myself after everything’s that happened, but I feel like it might be time to start a new chapter.But first, there’s one butt left to kick for the title: Kevin fucking Flanders. I love the guy but that won’t stop me from pummeling his ass in the ring.I say title but it’s just bragging rights. They’re not exactly underground fights, we have medics standing by but it’s not like they’re legitimate national fights.Dan, AKA The Beast, did an amazing job fixing this place up. It used to be an old shoe factory, now it’s a mix of night club, bar and cage match arena with a luxe industrial feel. Right now, Dan’s in the cage taking on one of his challengers for the warmup entertainment. Every 10 minutes he’ll fight someone new. If they win, they get 5 grand cash.

ErikAbout four whiskeys later, I sit at the bar wallowing in my misery. The woman next to me has been talking at me for God knows how long.The bartender slides over two shots of tequila, a saltshaker and slices of lime my way. I look at them suspiciously and look up at him.“I didn’t order these.”He just smirks and leaves. And then it hits me, Harley.I look up and see her walking towards me in a red, low-cut dress that slays me right there on the spot. And those stilettos, I didn’t know she even owned heels like that. I can’t help but ogle her as she saunters over.The woman next to me eyes Harley as she approaches. Harley ignores her completely. In the animal kingdom the predator does not concern itself with prey.As I swivel in my stool to face Harley the woman takes a hint and leaves. I think she said something, but I don’t care enough pay attention. I leave my elbow leaning on the bar and we stare at each other i

ErikWhen I wake up Harley isn’t in bed, and I panic. I listen for any sound of her, and I’m relieved to hear her moving around the suite.I walk out to the living room to see her hopping around in the dark trying to get into her tight jeans. With just her bra on I can’t help but notice her breasts jiggling as she hops around.“Why are you up so early?” I rub the sleep away from my eyes. “Come back to bed.”Harley pulls on a t-shirt as she makes her way over to me, and as her head pops out, she plants a kiss on my lips. “I need to go.”“Like hell you do.” I grab her around her waist and pull her in for a deeper kiss.She chuckles into my mouth. As her hands work their way up around my neck, I can’t help but grumble in satisfaction."You want me to order you some breakfast before you go?”“No, I’ll grab something out. Never been a big fan of hotel food, and the coffee always sucks balls.”I can say will

ErikThey were the same words she taunted me with at the Blue Roof Motel all those months ago. It was all I needed to hear and I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask if she was sure.A woman like Harley knows what she wants, when she wants, and I’m going to give her everything I have and more.I wrap my hands around her and press her up to me. “Any time you want me to stop-”Harley doesn’t let me finish. Her hands pull my face down, crashing my lips onto hers. Her mouth parts eagerly and my kiss in return wasn’t tender. It was months of pent-up frustration unleashed at once.With the green light I slide my hands up Harley’s shirt and she raises her arms to help me take it off. Harley’s hands work fast to undo my belt and zipper as I pull my shirt off.We both struggle out of our jeans in the tiny space that we have in the trailer. Harley starts to laugh as she topples over.“Helvete.” I hear Harley mumble under her breath an

Rue ‘s POVMy whole body felt joyful as I made my way to Riley’s room after finishing all my work for the day, Riley Sullivan has been my only friend in the pack, despite all the evil eyes that I have to worry about all day every day, he stayed with even when his friends didn't want to. I have always been tagged as a stigma that followed me. It has been more than a year I turned eighteen and I have still not seen my wolf nor shifted, no one has been able to tell me who I am but everybody assumes I am an Omega since I was left to die in front of the Blue Moon pack eighteen plus years ago, including me, that is the only explanation that makes sense. No one would have discarded me if I was in any way useful to them, No one.So, to have a Beta friend is more than I could ever wish for in a place where I feel useless and unwanted.I counted my steps as I bounced in anticipation of what’s to come. Tonight was going to mark the end of my troubles, the end of my w