Page 34 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

You can punch me.

Baby Brat

In the face?

Cam

Your arms aren’t long enough, little brat

Plus, you like my face

The slick stain on my pants proves that

The gym is a boxing club

Baby Brat

And I can box with you?

Cam

Yes, I’ll even let you get some hits in

Baby Brat

Okay.

“Why are you out so late and why are you happy?” Ant’s voice makes me look up. I didn’t notice him when I first walked in. He is in front of the TV, his game paused as he stares at me trying to figure out what is going on.

Was it so clear on my face?

Since we were the closest in age, Anthony and I were together a lot. He was more extroverted than me, wanting to go check out clubs and trying to get me to be his wingman. He had better luck bringing Paxton along for that shit. Maybe because Paxton thought he was going to get in trouble and went along with him to be a bodyguard to avoid jail.

I would rather be working on my latest bike upgrade or playing video games from the safety of our home.

He was staring at me, awaiting my reply and suddenly I felt territorial over Sadie.

She wasn’t mine and I knew all the guys had some degree of attraction to her outside of her being our scent match but there was this sense that she had trusted me and now I needed to protect her, like everyone else in her life has failed to do.

Mine to protect. Mine to keep safe. My Sadie.

But I trusted the guys with my life and if I could trust them that meant Sadie could too.

I was going to go in a rut from the way she was consuming me. I could already tell that I was barely holding on as it was.

Shit.

“Are Pax and Jace asleep?” Ant nodded his head in confirmation, his eyes looking me up and down. It was just past one am so it made sense since they both got up with the birds. “I was with Sadie.” Ant straightened up at this, “I’m taking her boxing tomorrow.”

“Pax is going to lose his mind.” Ant warned, which was a fair and true statement.

Paxton had been the first one to find the boxing club, a hole in the wall dirty joint that he had gone to to relieve stress. One by one we all joined and eventually when the old man sold it we bought it as our first business venture outside of our construction.

It was Paxton’s baby. It was more of his club than any of ours but since we were pack he had made it so that we all had a piece of everything to be fair.

And as much as he acted like he wasn’t affected by baby brat, there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to be able to ignore her while she was working out in his club.

All the alpha pheromones usually stunk up the place. Paxton had installed new air diffusers but I was still worried that if she started sweating her sweet omega scent would bleed out and we wouldn’t be able to get it out.

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