I hadn’t realized I slept in so late at Kendra’s place, and by the time I woke up, I saw that it was near noon. Kendra was still passed out where I left her, and I didn’t want to disturb her, so I left her a note and snuck out.
She was probably going to wake up to a nasty hangover, but today I was feeling great. It was so strange considering that I had the same amount of alcohol as her. I thought I would at least have a headache, but I felt as good as ever.
Xavier was anxious to leave, and by the looks of everyone's face, they were pissed. I suppose they didn’t expect to be hanging around a scummy apartment all night.
I wanted to make one final stop before I saw Marcus. I was so nervous about everything, but after speaking to Kendra last night, I was feeling a little better about it. He deserved to know. It was long overdue, and I knew once I told him, it would lift a lot of weight off my shoulders. On top of that, my back was feeling worse. It looked fine in the mirror, but it was burning up as the day went on.
“Where are we?” Xavier groaned as I stopped in front of the gym.
I was going to try to make this quick and easy, but I wasn’t sure how Coach would react to me dropping out. My life is going into a different direction and there was no point of fighting anymore.
“Wait out here, I need privacy.” I turned to Xavier as he looked over my shoulder at the building.
“Does the Alpha know you frequent this place?”
“What are you so concerned about? It’s a god damn gym, I won’t be long.” I was already heading in the front door before he could reply. It was getting annoying having an entourage of babysitters constantly following me around, but I suppose I was going to have to get used to it. This was my life now.
The gym was typically busy this time of day, but it seemed pretty sparse. It was probably due to the fact the big fight was tomorrow.
Just as I walked through the change room, I got a glimpse of coach standing over the ropes of the ring, yelling at two male fighters scrapping in the center. He was wearing his typical sweatshirt and pant combo, while the two fighters sparred shirtless with black rash guard shorts. They were drenched in sweat, and were both clinched tightly onto one another, fighting for the upper hand position.
I was having flashbacks of the first time I got in the ring. It was the first thing Andrew taught me; never leave my back open to my opponent. It could cost you the fight, or worse, on the street it could cost you your life.
Coach’s eyes lit up as he caught view of me, “The Huntress herself, making an unexpected appearance! I haven’t heard from you all week kid, how’s everything going? You ready for the big day tomorrow?”
“Um- yea, we need to talk.”
“Oh – " He looked back to the fighters sparring in the ring. “That’s a wrap boys. We’ll pick up more on Monday.” Coach turned back to me, and his expression deepened.
I was a nervous wreck, but could he see through that? Did he know what I was about to tell him?
“Let’s go to my office.” He climbed down from the ring and headed towards the exit.
I nodded and proceeded to follow him. There were more and more boxes piling up in this place. Almost to the point where I was stepping over a few that were laying out with the gym equipment.
“What’s with all the boxes? Seems like its piling up here.” I accidently knocked one open that was tucked away underneath some fight pads on the ground. As Coach continued walking, I casually peeked inside.
What can I say, curiosity got the best of me.
There wasn’t much inside, but the one thing that stuck out were two large green packets wrapped in plastic, and the content, a pebbly texture, almost like rocks you would find on the bottom of an aquarium.
My eyes widened as I stared at the packets.
“Volt.” I whispered to myself.
The damn bastard doesn’t even hide it! Its just laying out in boxes for everyone to see. It really goes to show you that the Alpha’s were literally not scared of anything. Not the law, not the police, not humans, only each other.
“You know, the Alpha’s making more business, he’s buying more properties, but seems sort of distracted. Not sure what the hold up is. My gym isn’t a storage facility, but its not like I have a choice in the matter” Coach was already a few paces in front of me and I quickly caught up to him before he noticed me snooping inside the boxes.
“We all have out little distractions.” I kicked the box to the side.
“Yea, you’re telling me. He’s been bailing on our meetings, and I’m secretly suspicious of…- " He paused and looked back to me, because I could give two shits what his Alpha was doing on his free time. “Ah here we go, please,” He opened to the door and we entered. “You know its funny, the amount of time I’ve been training you, I don’t think you’ve ever been in my office.”
“Maybe if you weren’t using it to store boxes you would be able to have more people in your office.” I looked around like a child looking in a toy store. There were tons of stuff plastered all over the wall. The office itself was dated, but a lot of the stuff looked sentimental. Trophies, newspaper clippings, medals, ancient looking equipment… And tons of photos.
“Wow, you had hair?” I laughed as I pointed to an old looking photo of Coach on the wall. He looked early 20s, but I wasn’t sure how werewolves aged. He was standing on the edge of a boxing ring, he was smiling, maybe it was just after training. He was much bulkier in the photo, but I assumed it was years ago from his hay days.
Coach laughed as he took a seat in his office chair, “They called me the Terror back in the day.” He smiled as he stared at the photo, “So, what brings you here today Hunter?”
My heart started to race. My hands fidgeted in my pocket as I paced his office. I couldn’t make eye contact until I ready to tell him.
“Hunter, you ok? Is there something wrong?”
“I have to drop out Coach.” I sighed heavily.
“What?” He pulled his body straight as he leaned over the desk, “Are you serious? What happened?”
“I – I – " I stuttered over my words. I needed to tell him everything. He was a werewolf, maybe he could even offer me advice?
“It’s my new mate.”
“Wait, I thought this was just a boyfriend, now you’re going to mate with him?!” His eyes widened and his arms tensed on the desk.
“Yes, I just don’t know what to do, this whole fight is messed up, I haven’t told him about Alpha James…” I started speaking fast and the words were just flowing out of my mouth like a drain. “Plus, your Alpha is betting against me for 10 million, now I am being pulled by to two-”
Suddenly, something caught the corner of my eye.
It was hanging right in front of my face and I only now noticed it.
“Mated to two wolves?!” Andrew stood up from his desk and slammed his hand hard into a pile of papers.
“What the hell is this?” I pointed to a picture on the wall. It looked vastly familiar, and now I realized why.
“What the hell are you talking about? You’re throwing your dreams away so you can become chained to a werewolf I’ve yet to meet? Are you out of your mind? Your still recovering Hunter! What the hell pack is he part of? You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
I ripped the framed photo of the wall and pulled it closer to my face. I wanted someone to pinch me because this must be a dream.
“What are you doing with that?”
I threw the frame on top of his desk, “Who is standing next to you in this photo?”
He held the photo up. "This is just an old photo of the Alpha and I after a tournament. Why do you ask?”
Once he answered me, I felt myself spiraling downwards in the depths of my mind that I didn’t realize was there.
I was falling into a dark hole.
This entire time I was with Marcus I didn’t clue in.
I never asked the name of Coach’s Alpha because I thought it was irrelevant.
THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME.
“What has gotten into you?”
Should I tell Coach? Probably not a good idea. I don’t want him getting involved and possibly getting killed over it.
“Give me your gun.” I said blankly.
“What the hell? No, why do you need it?!”
“GIVE ME,” I leaned on his desk. I was seeing everything in tunnel vision, my heart was pounding outside my chest, but my face remained calm. “THE GUN.” I palm fisted my hand into the desk. I didn’t crack the wood, but I almost broke my hand. The pain was not even there from the pure adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“WHY?” Coach leaned in over the desk, sniffing me for some odd reason, but I didn’t have time to find out why.
“Either you give it to me, or I walk into another situation where I’m good as dead.” My jaw clenched tightly, and my whole body was tensed.
There was hesitation in his face, but I knew deep down he cared. He realized I was involved with a werewolf; little did he know it was Alpha Marcus.
The Alpha that couldn’t care less about my attack.
The Alpha that probably dealt the very drugs that my brother almost killed himself with.
The Alpha that bet against me for ten million dollars. My Wolfie bet against me, knowing that I was injured.
For fucking TEN million dollars.
Coach quickly went into his drawer and pulled out his .45, of course, with silver ammunition. A lethal bullet for any werewolf.
“I’m only doing this for your safety against whatever it is that you got yourself tangled up in. Please just tell me what’s going on, I can help you. Is it…?” He looked down at the photo again, “Is it Alpha Marcus?”
“No.” I lied.
I wanted to tell him so fucking bad. I knew coach would retaliate against Marcus and probably get himself killed.
I couldn’t let that happen.
I needed to deal with Marcus myself. I wasn’t sure how I would do it with the mating pull. I was so angry, I was so infuriated with him, but my body ached for him.
How in the hell was I going to confront him in these conditions?
I was a hypocrite, a liar, and many other things, but this was something different. This was on another level and I had to confront him. A gun was the only way. It was the only way to even the playing field. Especially now with the mating pull. It was altering the way we thought and I wasn't going to brush this under the rug like everything else.
“I have to go.” I took the gun from Coach’s hand in quick pace and placed it in my bag. I couldn’t believe I was packing a gun, but I needed answers.
“Don’t get yourself killed kid.” Coach’s eye lit up, like they were struck with fear, but it wasn’t fear for his life, it was for mine. We’ve grown so close the past few months, and he was the only one who ever believed in me. That’s why I couldn’t involve him. He was too important to me to put him in the line of fire.
“Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”
I was losing a grip on reality. I just needed to leave. I wasn’t sure how I was going to confront Marcus, but I had to do it to get the answers I needed.
I started running and didn’t look back.
Coach’s distant shouting soon started to fade out as I made it back out on the street.
I pulled my phone out and started typing a message to Marcus.
“On my way Wolfie.”
Now, it was time for the fireworks.