First Fight

I can see them coming. Slowly and steadily. Effortlessly flexing muscles. A warm orange glow from the sun falls on their skin making them all look delicious. There is something in the sky that makes the air feel like a drug. A powerful drug.

Physique masculine. Virility. It is enough for me to go to a haze so I can mate with them. To jump at them.

*No one will want you.* Roman words come to mind. Even though it was a dream, it felt real. The pain of his rejection was a nightmare. It takes me a few moments to gather myself and fucking hell. Greyson is right in front of me.

“Missed me?” Oh, you have no idea. You were sucking my mouth in my dream. I sassed internally.

Raising an eyebrow, “Don't be cocky, love” I mock him but Greyson is up to my face in seconds. “Maybe I can be cocky when I keep that fine piece of ass on the ground”. My mouth falls open at his words. Did he hit his head?

“Don’t underestimate me, Greyson. There are many things I am good at. And that one is muscle memory”.

I lean back doing a spin fast to create enough momentum to raise my leg kicking him at the back of his knees. At the unexpected attack, his knees bend making him fall with a thud. At the noise, all eyes turn to us.

The look of shock is evident on my face. “I didn’t think it was that easy to…..”, I could not even complete my sentence as Greyson seethes dragging me down by my shirt. I yelp as his hands circle around my waist rolling me on the soft grass. “You just caught me off guard, love”. His smirk is filled with ego.

“Can I be cocky now?” He mocks me. I struggle under him but his grip on me is tight enough to keep me in place and not to hurt. While his arms are caging me, my look travels to his torso. His fine defined abs make my breath hitch. My hands feel cold and my insides feel mush.

His breath falls on my lips in hard pants. I put my hands on his chest to push him off of me but it was a grave mistake. His muscles flex and goosebumps coat where I touch him. It is his time to suck in a breath.

“Hello, you two done?”. I rip my eyes from Greyson to Casper, horror on my face. All were watching us when we had this heated movement. His eyes show amusement probably at our actions and I also see a hint of irritation.

When my look travels, I see that his body is full of ink and I almost drool on the ground. The designs up close are mesmerizing. I want to run my hands through them.

“A picture lasts longer”. Casper taunts and keeps his hand out for me. His looks are sung with pride.

Greyson gets up and offers me a hand. I can not help but look at the view in front of me. Greyson and Casper are in front of me topless. Both giving me a hand. My thoughts go back to my dream and I wince from the memory. I can feel my nipples harden.

*Two men* Roman’s voice echoes in my head. Suddenly it's unbearable to breathe. I scramble to my feet and walk away from both of them trying to control my thoughts.

“Nice move back there”. Luciano says, stretching his arms. “You think. It took me days to perfect it. Once I even cried cause….” I breathe looking down. Cried. I also cried because of him.

Lilly wines in my head. *Stop thinking about him. He left us*

“You babble when you are embarrassed”. He chuckles carefree.

“Yeah” I straighten my back and push Roman thoughts at the very back of my head. If he thinks it's because of embarrassment, it's fine. I don’t want anyone to know about Roman.

Scratching my neck I say, “I never talked to you before. It’s been a long day yesterday. I am Taylor.”

“I know, babble”. I smile as he nods. This guy is the opposite of Angelo. Angelo does things carefree but also with an ulterior motive. Luciano seems effortlessly calm and carefree, in a good way. “You know, I wanted to say this to you since I saw you. You seem natural, like effortless. You know, like in a beta way.”

He nods. “My family is in the line of Betas.”

“Hmm” I avoid all the flexing he is doing and concentrate only on his eyes. His grey eyes study me for a few minutes. They aren’t cold like Greyson’s but they look at me sharply.

“Good. Now we need to start” I manage to say and he nods, going back to stretching.

“BOYS” I shout. Immediately growls fill the area. “Come on, princess” Angelo growls at me, taking a step towards me. Stupid males. I murmur to myself.

“We will be training from today. This contest is based on one’s evaluation. So, let’s begin. We will start with light sparring”.

“I don’t fight with women,” Gilbert interrupts me. He looks bored and to prove my point he yawns.

“Gilbert right? Well, it’s inspiring you to think that. But I can defend myself you see…..”

“Like what? Greyson had you pinned in 10 seconds” he cuts me off smirking at me. The way he is eyeing me like I don’t belong here. Like I am some unwanted shit in his life made me angry. That is how Roman saw me almost all the time. Well there it goes. My attempt to push Roman away from my mind.

I fist my hands. “I was unprepared, but not now.”

“Calm down you too” The guy that kept giving me genuine smiles, Nicolas says coming between us.

Now that I look at it, I am a good three feet close to ripping Gilbert’s head. “How about we do a match. The first one that submits loses” Luciano speaks after a pause. I look at him. I raise an eyebrow. He shrugs. “One round”

“Fine by me”. I say in anger more than with logic. Me who hasn't even lifted a finger in physical training in almost years and him, a trained warrior participating in the Royal Beta Contest. Seriously, my common sense left the chat when I agreed to do this.

Nicolas hesitates at first as if he is protecting me. But he gives in and looks dead in Gilbert’s eyes. “Remember this is sparring, not fighting” When Gilbert does not answer, their eyes go white, mind linking each other.

Nicolas shakes his head, his eyes going back to his own colour while Gilbert yawns once again standing before me.

“Fight”, Luciano calls.