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I get dressed in jeans and a sweater, pulling on my knee-high boots before walking out to join him. He has dressed in the clothes he wore this morning.” Ready?” I ask.
“Ready.” He says and takes my hand.
When we arrive at the packhouse, he pulls me up to his room so he can change into something more presentable for dinner. Then we walk hand in hand into the dining room. The room doesn’t fall silent this time, which I’m thankful for.
“Let’s say hello to our parents and then sit with other pack members. Is that ok with you?” Rik asks me.
“Sure.”
We walk to the head table where my father is sitting with Anders and Calista. He actually looks like he’s enjoying himself and I’m so glad.
“Hey dad.” I say and he turns his head toward me. I watch as his eyes narrow and his nose starts sniffing the air. He turns to look at Rik who merely shrugs. “Cara. Did you have a nice day?”
There’s an undertone to his question that I’m guessing relates to him knowing what has happened between Rik and I. So, I focus on the things that I’m willing to tell him.
“My shift was more difficult than usual, but Artemis was able to run for a couple of hours before Kai had us rest. Then she was pretty tired on our way home and since my shift back, she has been pretty quiet.”
He looks at me, focused on my progress rather than my scent. “What did Artemis say about her day?”
“She loved it. She has wanted to run with Kai for a while. And even though she’s not at full strength, she still had a great time running and playing today.”
“We’re going to grab some food. We just wanted to come over and say hello.” Rik says before my father can redirect the conversation back to my scent. He steers me over to another table with a group of families that I’ve never met.
It’s a fun evening meeting new pack members and talking to some of the younger pups. They are all really sweet and I have fun listening to the moms telling stories about them.
Rik walks me home afterward. He leaves me with a lingering kiss. “Get some rest little guardian. Tomorrow, I plan to win our match and then I’ll be making sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
I laugh. “Because your scent all over me isn’t enough?”
He just smiles and turns me around. “Goodnight love, sleep well.”
The next morning, I wake up ready for my match up. ‘How are you feeling Artemis?’ I ask her. I’m wondering if there is any possibility of me actually beating Rik today.
‘I’m good, recovered from yesterday, but still not at full strength. Maybe another day or two.’ She replies.
‘Any concerns with me sparring with Rik today? Do I need to worry that this will impact your healing?’
‘None at all. I’m not sure we’re strong enough to defeat him, not today. He’s a strong alpha. But we should still give it our best shot.’
I head downstairs and walk out back. The warriors are all lining up, ready for the show. I walk over to Dean. “So, what are the odds on how long it will take for Rik
1/2 to pin me?” I ask.
Dean gives me a tentative look. “Well,” he gulps. Oh, this ought to be good. ” Please know that I’m just the manager of the bets, it doesn’t mean that I agree.”
I squint my eyes at him. “And I don’t want Artemis to be offended and take it out on me.” He says quickly. Okay, now I’m really curious. Do they think Rik is that much stronger than I am?
Trevor walks over. “Just so you know, my bet is the one saying you’ll last the longest.”
I turn to him. “And how long do you think I’ll last?”
“My bet is one hour.” He says. An hour is respectable, but if his bet is the longest, what is everyone else’s? I turn back to Dean. “And the other bets?”
He shifts uncomfortably. I feel Rik walking up behind me, his hands resting on my hips as he listens in. Dean looks at me. “Just remember Artemis, this isn’t my bet. I’m not allowed to bet. But….Trevor is the longest at an hour.” Rik nods in acknowledgement at that.
“And the shortest?” I ask.
“Five minutes.”
Rik scoffs behind me. “What idiot thought I’d pin Cara in 5 minutes?”
“Richard.” He says.
Rick the Dick. Of course. Next time I spar with him, I’m going to crush his family jewels for that one.
My father joins us then and calls us over. “Cara? You sure you’re ready for this?” I nod. Let’s do this.
Clint calls us together and the warriors circle around Cara and I. I’m more than ready to spar with my girl. While I know this won’t be her strongest showing, I have no doubt that she’s going to make me work for this win. And I will win.
We start off, sizing each other up. Throwing punches and kicks, testing reach, speed and flexibility. After a few minutes, we start going hard. We’re about 20 minutes in before I throw my signature move. Going for the uppercut, I see her anticipate and duck, landing a hard blow to my sternum. Damn my girl can throw a punch.
“You’re pulling your punches Alpha.” She says, slightly winded.
“Don’t want to injure my girlfriend little guardian.” I reply as I try to sweep her legs. She leaps to avoid the takedown. She gets in a hit but doesn’t take me down.
We go back and forth, and I can see she’s wearing down. She’s knocked me off my feet several times and I’ve taken her down several as well, but neither of us has gotten the pin.
The fatigue is starting to show as her movements have slowed slightly. Now is the time. I have no intention of prolonging this to the point of her exhaustion, so I take an opportunity to swipe her legs and immediately pin her body, my hips pinning hers, my feet pinning her thighs as I use my size to pin her arms over her head.
The warriors begin cheering. Cara is panting heavily as I smile down at her. What I didn’t expect was for Artemis to push forward and for them to bare their neck to me. Complete submission. The warriors go still. There is not a sound as Kai pushes forward and leans down to gently nip her exposed throat, accepting her submission. Then I pull him back and I kiss my way to her mouth before kissing her passionately for all to see.
I pull back, looking into her shining emerald eyes. “You’re mine now little guardian.”
“Want to know a secret Alpha?” She asks, a cunning grin on her face.
I nod. “I was going to agree either way.” She whispers so only I can hear her. “I just wanted to spar with you.”
Shaking my head, I get off of her and give her my hand to pull her to her feet. We’re both still breathing heavily, but she turns to Dean. “Time?”
“Seventy-five minutes Cara.” She smiles. It was a good match.
“Alright, the rest of you lazy wolves that call yourselves warriors have 45 minutes to run the obstacle course. I suggest you get started.” Clint shouts out.