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“Just don’t engage,” he says under his breath as we approach.

Easier said than done. I’m thankful that Boyd intervened before I did something really stupid, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Hannah keep getting away with her shit.

The alphas tell us to switch sides and go again, but the whole time we’re lining up, I’m trying to think of ways to get back at Hannah, give her a taste of her own medicine.

Boyd must be reading my mind, because he turns to me, giving me that look again.

“Let it go, Fallon. She’s not worth it.”

Fuck. As much as I crave retribution, I know he’s right. I need to be focusing on training, not on anyone or anything else. Not on Hannah, not even on Gray for that matter. These next two weeks need to be aboutme. I’m so damn close to the finish line, so close to making the squad.

Jax whistles for us to begin, and I spring forward, sprinting toward the other players, my feet pounding against the dirt.

Fuck Hannah. Success is the best revenge. She’s definitelynota team player, and it’ll be her downfall. This week, I’ll get back at her the best way I can- by proving that I am.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Gray

Fallon and her friends are dedicated, I’ll give them that. Even after full day of training, the five of them are already in the arena waiting for me when I arrive on Monday evening, eager to get started.

Call it overprotective, but I just don’t like the idea of Fallon being out in the forest at night- not since that rogue attacked her out there a couple of weeks ago. I’m also not fond of the idea of Boyd putting his hands on her to spar, but I digress.

Since there are only five of them, they don’t form even pairs for practice exercises. It isn’t a problem, though- I pair myself with Fallon, and sparring with her is like an intense form of foreplay. Every touch is electric, and though I should take it easier on her so she can learn, all my wolf wants to do is take her down every time, dominate her and get her underneath us. The heady mix of adrenaline, endorphins, and arousal is driving us both mad.

I teach Fallon and her friends several new moves, more advanced than what they’ve learned at camp thus far. They all seem really excited to try them out, though it feels a little bit like cheating that I’m teaching them these, giving them an edge during their future training exercises. I rationalize it by telling myself that none of the other recruits have asked for extra help- and that if they did, I’d happily instruct them, too.

Ah, who am I kidding?I’m doing it for Fallon. As much as I’ve tried to resist it, I fuckinglikeher. She’s one of a kind- different from any other she-wolf I’ve met. I have this immense urge to please her in every way I can, and if that means helping her and her friends out with some extra practice, I’ll do it.

Halfway through our training session it’s getting really stuffy in the indoor arena, so Fallon shucks her t-shirt and continues on in her sports bra. I don’t know if it’s a tactic, but either way, it fucking works- I’m so distracted that she takes me down with my own move.

Fallon’s generally pretty cocky, but she still doesn’t know how great she is when it comes to fighting- it’s the one area where she seems to be the hardest on herself. If she’d learn to focus her energy and stop allowing herself to be ruled by her emotions, I know she could turn out to be one of the best fighters on the entire squad. Then again, her feistiness is what drew me in from day one. After a lifetime of ‘yes sir’, ‘no sir’, maybe all I ever really needed was a dose of ‘I didn’t catch your name’ in a leggy blonde package.

I take Fallon down to the ground for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, and as she stares up at me with those big blue fuck-me eyes, panting, I know the tether I have on my control is about to snap. I roll off of her quickly, helping her up and dusting off my shorts.

“I think it’s time we call it a night,” I announce.

Davis, Boyd, Shay, and Connor all mumble in agreement and I turn my back to them, leaning in close to Fallon.

“You’d better find an excuse to get right back in here,” I grumble, adjusting my dick in my gym shorts in an attempt to disguise the fact that I’m sporting a semi.

Her eyes light up as the faint scent of her arousal hits my nose.

“I don’t know what I…” she starts, but trails off when I peel my shirt off overhead, balling it up and using it to wipe the sweat from my brow.

Fallon darts her eyes away, biting her lip and glancing over at her own t-shirt on the ground. I follow her gaze.

“Leave it,” I murmur. She peers up at me again and I crack a smug smile. “There’s your excuse.”

A flicker of understanding crosses her face and she doesn’t say anything, just nods and walks away to join her friends.

“Hey, thanks for the pointers tonight,” Davis says, and I swivel toward him and the others, holding my t-shirt in front of me to conceal my partial erection.

“Yeah, we really appreciate it,” Shay adds.

I give a little nod. “No problem. Go get some rest, it’ll be another early one tomorrow.”

The five of them turn to go and I keep my eyes trained on Fallon’s tight little ass in her shorts as they make their way to the exit, slipping out of the arena.

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