Page 19 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I headed to my locker and spun the combination lock until it clicked.

Opening the cupboard, I grabbed my workout clothes and decided to try it out.

If I could distance myself from the rookie and act like his senior with no regard to our designations, I was pretty sure I could do this without fucking up.

All I had to do was ignore everything about him.

No big deal, right?

With that settled, I quickly changed into my gym clothes and headed for one of the treadmills.

Soren quietly fell into step beside me and did everything the exact same way I did it, even setting his treadmill to the same incline and speed.

At this point, I wasn’t surprised.

I had no idea what he was trying to prove, but everything Soren did was perfect while being as unobtrusive as possible.

It was obvious that he wanted to excel at his position.

Honestly, how could I blame him when I was the exact same way?

I powered through my twenty minutes of cardio without breaking a sweat and my muscles were nice and warm when I headed for the weights with Soren hot on my heels, all while making sure he wasn’t in my way.

We worked out in silence for over an hour before I finally took a break to wipe down and drink some water.

I sat on the bench, rubbing the sweat off my chest as I watched Soren continue to do his pull ups. He had to be at over two hundred by now. It was fucking impressive, especially when he would stop in between every ten to do some crazy calisthenics shit I thought only my father did.

Yeah, I worked on my core too, but not like that. I probably should, but I didn’t have the time to add another form of exercise to my regimen.

Gymnastics and parkour were enough for now since it was the most efficient and applicable.

I focused mostly on speed and strength since I had to work out a lot more than the average alpha. I’d gotten lucky with my speed, but if I didn’t keep up my conditioning I’d lose my edge.

Yeah, a lot of the physical strength was inherent, but thanks to my wonky pheromones I easily lost my hard-earned strength if I didn’t keep up a rigorous schedule.

To be completely honest, it was fucking exhausting, but this was the life I’ve chosen.

I couldn’t get lazy or it wouldn’t just put my life in danger, but all those I was sworn to protect when I agreed to be the next Lopez alpha.

Finally, Soren dropped to the floor before reaching for his towel. He instantly turned to look for me and there was a tiny reaction around his eyes that told me he was surprised I was openly looking at him.

He was worth looking at though. The man was fucking gorgeous even if he was annoying.

I took a sip of my water as I considered him. “How do you feel about sparring?”

His entire demeanor shifted and I raised an eyebrow, wondering why that question made him uncomfortable.

Did he really think I’d break?

“You should also know what I’m capable of,” I reminded him. “A partnership goes both ways.”

Soren looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

Why did he seem so nervous? It didn’t make any sense.

“The commander gave me your file,” Soren admitted quietly. “I already know that you’re very capable.”

How fucking sneaky. I’d have to leave beetles in my aunt’s drawer again for trying so damn hard to make this work.

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