Page 29 of Alpha Gray

He takes hold of my wrist before I can touch him, though, and stops me. My wolf whines but Gray just gives a little shake of his head. “We’d better get back,” he grumbles.

Fuck. I completely forgot about war games. Some of the other recruits definitely saw Gray carry me away. What are people going to think about us disappearing together, returning together?

Gray is clearly contemplating the same thing, because he looks a little worried as he scrubs a hand over his face. “Why don’t you head back to the complex,” he suggests. “Say I made you go back because you weren’t playing by the rules.”

I wrinkle my nose, scowling. “What, I’m being punished now?”

The corner of Gray’s mouth ticks up into a smug smile. He steps toward me, pressing his body against mine again and cupping the front of my pussy through my shorts. “Oh, I think that was hardly punishment,” he drawls.

Fuck. Me.

I’m breathless as he withdraws his hand and steps back again.

I gaze up at him through my eyelashes, smirking a little. “Fine,” I breathe, steadying myself and pushing off of the tree. I start to walk past him, but he darts out a hand, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back. I spin into his chest and he wraps an arm around my waist, pressing another kiss to my lips.

The sizzle of his touch lingers on my lips as he pulls away, releasing his grip on my body. “Hurry back,” he says, swatting me on the butt as I turn to leave. I glance back at him and he’s just standing there with his arms folded across his chest, watching me and grinning.

Arrogant prick.

I take off in a sprint toward the squad complex, feeling utterly weightless.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Gray

I reach the gold team’s bunker just as they’re returning with the black team’s flag, whooping and cheering. Looks like we won- no thanks to me. I don’t explain my absence, just congratulate the team as they all celebrate. Then the black team makes their way over, hanging their heads in defeat. They aren’t too sour about it, though- everyone had a lot of fun. It was definitely a successful first war games.

Brock comes up beside me, folding his arms and glaring. “Where’s Fallon?” he asks, his voice low so that only I can hear.

I turn to him, arching a brow. “Why would I know where she is?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

Brock scowls. “Don’t play dumb with me, Gray. I can smell her all over you.”

I feel my face heat with embarrassment; I know I’m caught. I shuffle my feet in the dirt. “Ah, there was a little incident with her taking the flag after she’d lost her patches,” I mumble. “I sent her back to the complex.” I give Brock a sideways glance, but he doesn’t appear convinced or amused.

“Recruits!” Brock barks, taking a step away from me. “Well done today. I hope everyone had fun and learned a little something that you can put to use for your next war games.” The recruits grin, nodding, as Brock continues. “Now go ahead and return to the squad complex and grab some lunch, and we’ll reconvene this afternoon for endurance training.”

The recruits groan a little bit at the mention of endurance training, then slowly start to disperse, heading back in the direction of the complex. As they do, Jax and Reid make their way over to Brock and me.

“What’s up?” Jax asks as he approaches, looking from me to Brock. Brock’s clearly still agitated.

“Why don’t you ask Gray?” Brock mutters, his eyes trained on the ground.

I sigh. “Lighten up, man.”

Jax and Reid are looking at us questioningly, still trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

“Does this have something to do with you disappearing for half of the games?” Reid asks, cocking an eyebrow.

I scrub a hand over my face, sighing again. “I was disciplining a recruit.”

Jax narrows his eyes and purses his lips in question, and Brock kicks at the ground. “Why don’t you tell them which one?” he grumbles.

Jax and Reid both snap their heads to look at me and I roll my eyes. “Alright, alright,” I breathe, throwing up my hands. “You’ve got me. It was Fallon.”

Jax’s mouth spreads into a wide grin. “I knew it!” he says triumphantly, punching me in the arm. “You dog.”

I roll my eyes again, shoving Jax playfully.

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