Page 197 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“Are you sure that you want to do this? Embarrass yourself in front of your entire pack?” Silvanus pulls on his boxing gloves with a steely determination. “Don’t get cocky about your lucky win on the track, bitch. I was my university’s boxing champion.”

“Let’s just fight.” Ambrose is cold and focused, as he checks his own gloves.

Ambrose is dressed in metallic gold boxing shorts. His broad shoulders and powerful abs glisten under the studio’s lights.

The two Alphas are facing off in the middle of a boxing ring, which is in the center of the Alpha Knot Boxing Studio.

Silvanus tilts his head, and his curls tumble around his strong shoulders.

The shadows under his eyes look even deeper than they did before.

I can see now that Silvanus is stripped to only silver boxing shorts that he’s no match for the man Ambrose has grown into.

For the man that Ambrose has tirelessly trained himself to become.

Ambrose’s tanned muscles ripple, as he stalks around Silvanus, assessing him like prey.

Silvanus is athletic, but since I know that Ambrose has been obsessively training as a boxer since he left America, I can’t wait to see Silvanus getting handed his ass for once.

Even if Silvanus refuses to work with us, this is going to be awesome therapy for everything that my cousin put Ambrose through in high school.

Swan has his arm wrapped around my waist, as we stand in front of the rink anxiously. He’s holding me up against the burned stench of pheromones, which are rolling off the angry Alphas.

It’s enough to make me dizzy.

It’s almost enough to cover the studio’s ingrained stink of sweat, B.O., and chemicals.

The room is sleek, streamlined, and filled with high tech strength training equipment. Heavy leather punching bags hang along the far wall, as well as shelves of neon gloves and medicine balls. At the back are ranked gleaming silver and black weightlifting benches and resistance machines.

Swan has been eying the training equipment excitedly.

If this wasn’t such a life or death sparring match, Swan would be working up a sweat on this gym’s equipment already.

Vito stands on the other side of me. It feels incredible to be supported by both Alpha and Beta at the same time.

Benedict is back in Romeo Hall with Laurent, urgently working on the flash drive.

Unexpectedly, before Ambrose can take up his stance, Silvanus jabs him in the nose.

Ambroseletsthe strike land.

I know that he’s allowing Silvanus to take the advantage to begin with.

It’s killing me to see my Alpha hurt, however, even though I know that Ambrose is a trained boxer and is tough.

Vito growls, looking like he’s struggling not to jump into the ring himself.

Ambrose grits his teeth, immediately raising his hands above his chin and dropping into a stance that shows he means fucking business.

A smug smile whispers across Silvanus’ lips. “Juliet, are you okay?”

He doesn’t look away from Ambrose, who is circling him.

“Worry more about yourself.” I cross my arms.

When Silvanus’ puzzled gaze flicks to me, Ambrose throws a left hook. Silvanus is distracted enough for the blow to catch him across his chin.

My heart hammers. Adrenaline races through me.

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