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“Absolutely,” Jasper grunts. “He’s been training hard, and is a natural. There’s always something he can learn, though. Gabriel is coachable.”

That’s what I want to hear.

“Did I see Arthur leaving earlier?” Jasper asks quietly. I know he doesn’t get along well with the alpha, and with good reason.

“Yep,” I mutter. “He had his knot in a twist about something. I told him to sort it out without killing anyone.”

“I guess that’s the best you can ask for,” he says, chuckling quietly as Gabriel approaches us.

“Good work,” I praise him. “I almost thought he had you for a second.”

“Me too,” he admits, flushing. “My body was moving from muscle memory at one point and instinct.”

“That’s why you train,” I tell him. “What’s next for you?”

“Some cardio, weights, and then a cool down,” Gabriel reports. “I plan to take my ass home to nap after that.”

Chuckling, I have to admit I would too. “Good man. Get to it, I think you’ll earn your down time today.”

Gabriel is very focused, and doesn’t party or drink as some of my other fighters do. He eats well, trains hard, taking this life seriously.

Smiling, he says his goodbyes as he strides off, drinking water as he goes.

“He knows what he needs to do,” Jasper grunts. “I think I’ll go torture someone new, since I know he’s good.”

“May I suggest Gordon?” I ask, my lips spreading into a wicked grin. “He parked in my parking spot today, and I almost had him towed. I like this form of vengeance more.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jasper says with a wink, his ice-blue eyes appearing odd with the familiar action. “You going to be walking the floor for a bit so you can enjoy the torture?”

“I think I will,” I say with a chuckle. “I’ll be around before I head out.”

While I have no problems busting heads and meting out punishments, sometimes it’s just as satisfying to be petty.

GABRIEL

I’m exhausted. Today was brutal, and every single muscle in my body is screaming. I’m kind of glad Augustine is coming in from Minneapolis, because I’m going to need a massage after this.

Driving home, I know I’m going to need to ice my shoulder, since it’s feeling really tight. My phone buzzes, but I ignore it until I pull into my apartment building. While I make really good money as Tommy Madden’s fighter, the truth is I don’t need much else than a roof over my head, so I live in a one bedroom apartment near the other fighters I work with.

The two things I splurged on was my couch and bed. Augustine was adamant that he needed a comfortable place to sleep for when Cerenity kicks him out during her heats. I don’t understand the hang up she has about alphas and knots. I can’t take all of his knot, but fuck does it feel good when he uses me.

It makes me sad that he’s left to pine for her, but it’s not my place to say anything. I know she’s his scent match, and I keep waiting for him to choose her over me.

Picking up my phone, my lips twitch as I see it’s from Augustine. It’s been about seven hours since I hung up with him at the gym, so he’s been in Chicago for about an hour or two.

Auggie: Hey, are you about done beating the shit out of people and being amazing yet? I’m almost done shopping for a certain blue-haired omega.

Yeah, I’m home. I just pulled in. I’m in training, so you know what that means.

Auggie: No junk food and no sex?

Snorting, I shake my head as I get out of my truck. It’s true, I get a little crazy when it comes to training, but it’s been awhile since I’ve seen Augustine, and neither of us have sex with other people.

It’s an unspoken rule, even though we tend to be on again, off again. Over the years, I’ve pushed him away to give him the space to be with other people, because I’m a glutton for punishment.

My insecurities are showing, and we didn’t speak for almost two years after a huge fight about how he needs an omega to make him happy as an alpha. I’m not interested in dating, because my life is the ring, and the hanger-ons at the fights are pathetic.

They don’t have anything I want or need, and easy pussy isn’t something I’m interested in.

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