Fights And French Kisses

I flew into the ring, transforming into my wolf as I slid under the ropes and straight into the champion's space.

He was a pitch-black wolf with startling blue eyes, we circled each other slowly, then I flew at him, he stepped to the left and bit my side.I spun around my teeth sunk into his shoulder.

It was a never-ending faced past dance. We couldn't outdo each other. As soon as one of us gained an advantage others would find one of their own. We swirled around the ring, a mindblowing blur of movement and adrenaline.

My wolf was tiring, I needed to transform. Apparently, the Champion had the exact same idea. We became human as if on cue.

He pulled me underneath him by my sneakered feet and locked me down by my forearms. His hair was the same pitch black as his wolf's fur and his eyes were the same sparkling blue. We stared at each other, panting. I arched toward him slowly and crushed my lips to his.

He responded immediately, his lips moved perfectly against mine. His hands came up to my head, fingers entangling in my hair. It was warm and fast. So fast, he didn't notice my hand becoming a paw, only falling away with a grunt when my claws sunk into his gut. As soon as he was on the floor I flew at him, swiping once again at his stomach.

Then I stepped away, the Champion stayed on the floor. I watched as he hit the ground three times.

A cheer so loud it made the ground shake a little, rose up from around us. Every wolf in the building ended up watching us fight. I wished suddenly the challenge hadn't been so hectic. We drew too much attention.

Then I turned and held my hand out for the ex-champion. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't take it. Fighting, even if it was friendly, often led to grudges. But his hand clasped mine and I pulled him up. The boy kept his grasp on my hand, then he hoisted it up and another cheer rose vibrant and deafening around us.

Our hands dropped and he turned to me, looking me up and down.

"You're good." 

I grinned, clutching at my side, "You too."

Suddenly hands constricted around my waist and the Champion froze. "What the hell is going on here?"

I sighed, "Ben."

He kept his arm around me from behind, his chest on my back. But his eyes were trained on the champion.

"Dante," his voice was a cold, dangerous calm, "why is Carrie bleeding?" 

I wiggled angrily, "I challenged him Ben, get off me."

Dante had straightened in respect, but he was smirking slightly, "have I done something wrong alpha?"

"Carrie doesn't fight Dante."

I growled, "you don't speak for me Ben, I can do whatever the hell I like."

The boys ignored me completely, their gazes locked.

"Could've fooled me. She's excellent."

Ben growled and his grip on my waist tightened. "She doesn't fight, Dante." 

I snarled loudly, struggling.

"Alpha, she could be an asset to an army."

Ben's grip became so tight it hurt.

"Not an option, this won't be happening again."

I snarled again, my fist flew up into Ben's nose and smiled as I felt cartilage crunch. I ripped Ben's arms off of me and stepped away.

",She is actually here, and she isn't something you can control."

Both boys watched me, blood dripping down to Ben's lip. I shook my head angrily and glanced at Dante.

"Thanks for the fight Dante, you were a challenge."

He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Believe me, love, it was a pleasure."

I smiled then turned to Ben, "You know what, you were right." I said bitterly, "this was a fucking blast."

Then I slid under the ropes, making my way through wolves patting me on the back, giving me high fives and wanting to know what was going on. I pushed open the side door into the alley. The cold air a biting relief to my overheated skin.

Gravel crunched rhythmically under my worn sneakers as I walked down the alley. I barely made halfway, before a hand gripped my wrist and turned me around.

"What the hell was that about?" 

I let out a  frustrated groan. "I could ask you the same thing, it was a friendly fight, Ben, you acted like he was trying to kill me."

He pulled me closer so roughly I stumbled a little.

"Look at yourself, Carrie."

I glared at him and he met my gaze, forcing me to look down at myself. Admittedly, it was pretty bad. My crop top had become a deep red colour and the material was in shreds, exposing flashes of my purple lace bra. Bloodstained my skin in huge patches and bites and scratches pulled at my skin. I ran my tongue over my lips, feeling the split of my bottom lip and the extent of the intense swelling.

"Okay, so it was a rough friendly fight, big deal. Dante looked just as bad."

Ben's fists clenched, "you don't fight anymore."

"Only because you won't let me."

He growled angrily, "You shouldn't be fighting at all Carrie." 

I rolled my eyes, "Dante and I beg to differ."

His snarl broke through the quiet alley and suddenly my back was against the brick wall. His hands pinned my wrists on either side of my head at eye level.

"You had your side ripped open to prove a point?"He demanded. 

I glared at him, ignoring my wolf, who was screeching to close the minuscule gap between us.

"Is that really what you're mad about?" I challenged.

He looked me up and down, "what do you mean?"

"Dante is a really good kisser."

He growled so hard it sent shivers down my spine.

"Stay away from him Carrie."

I scoffed, "Why, because he isn't you?"

Ben's grip tightened around my wrists, "He's a fighter, I don't want him influencing you."

I almost laughed out loud, "influencing me? I'm not a child Ben."

I leaned off the wall toward him, "You can't keep trying to control me, it's never going to work."

I let out a breath and fell back against the bricks. "God, I wouldn't even be here if it weren't  for you."

Ben's entire body tensed, and his eyes darkened, becoming piercing and animalistic. I felt my chest tighten in anticipation. Fleeting panic filled me, and for the first time, a small voice at the back of my head called me an idiot for defying an alpha.

His voice made my insides shake, my heart racing out of control. "Do not forget who you are talking to Carrie. I don't take orders."

He stepped closer, anger bleeding into his words, "as my mate and a member of my pack you are mine to protect. That's  not going to change."

His lips skimmed mine as he leaned in, "Live with it."

My breath caught without my permission and he watched me intently.

"And you can stop pretending you didn't enjoy feeling part of the pack." 

Iopened my mouth to protest but he cut me off, leaning in a tiny bit more. "You loved it, Carrie."

My heart thrummed so hard and my wolf screamed so loud I almost expected Ben to cover his ears. Instead, he pulled away from me and with steady and silent authority began walking me home. 

Iwas absolutely furious, my body was shaking I was fuming so hard. I knew Ben could sense my anger, it was taking everything in me to keep it in. Impulsiveness and action tended to take preference for me. I've never been very good at keeping the surface calm and polished, rationality. That was all Megan. My body's energy slowly began draining as we walked. The fight left me exhausted and Ben left me drained. It was almost ten o clock when we reached home.

I quietly entered the house from the back door, avoiding detection in my current state. Ben waited until he heard the lock click behind me before leaving for the packhouse. I trudged up the stairs, in desperate need of a shower. I let the water relax my aching muscles and wash away the blood before crashing in cotton pyjamas onto my bed. One thing was very clear in my mind. I had to get away, I had to break the spell and get a way.

Ben had me trapped, branded so I couldn't escape, and tortured by urges I couldn't control but had to resist. My mind was made, this wasn't something I could handle much longer.

He was evil...awful...controlling every minor detail in my life, I hated him.

The problem was, I forgot every single one of those facts the minute we stood inches apart.