Chapter 35
thirty-five
Kole
Perhaps I need to change my nickname for Jo from Little Fox to Wild Fox, because she is an absolute sight to behold.
We find spots at the bottom of the bleachers, and the moment the airhorn goes off, she’s flying at the beta.
She uses her hands to grip his shoulders and essentially climbs him as she places one foot on his thigh, then throws her other leg above his shoulder and over his head.
She closes her legs, clamping his shoulder between them, and drops her body weight.
His balance thrown off, the beta drops to his knees, and Jo controls it using a roll, putting him on his back. Her grip switches from his shoulders to his arm that she had trapped between her legs as she holds him by the wrist and pulls back, trapping his body with her legs.
The entire thing takes less than ten seconds.
“Holy fucking shit,” Hayden gasps next to me, adjusting his pants. “Was that a flying arm bar? Who the hell trained her?”
My brows raise at his comment. I have never been formally trained in violence, it has always come naturally to me. So, I don’t have the official name for the move she just pulled. My eyes dart down to his hand, where he’s still trying to hide his boner.
“Did that just make you hard, Bratishka?”
The pyro’s cheeks flush a little before his bravado is back. “Fuck yeah, it did. Don’t tell me seeing Fireball take down a man twice her size in five seconds didn’t make you hard as a rock.”
I turn my attention back to my omega, who is now about two seconds from breaking the dickhole beta’s arm. I’m pretty sure he’s one of the ones that was with Carson when I caught them talking about Jo. So I don’t feel bad for the beta at all when we all hear the tell-tale sound of bone snapping.
The crowd lets out a collective, “Oh!”
“Oof,” Hayden winces, and I find myself throwing an arm around his shoulder.
“He was talking to Carson about assaulting Jo last week.”
“Nevermind.” My pack brother nods once, his gaze hardening. Then he cups his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. “Break his other arm, Fireball!”
I smile at the pyro. I am not interested in a sexual relationship with the man, but I won’t deny that his and Jo’s dynamic is sexy as hell. The way he listened when I told him what to do? Fuck. No, I don’t think I will mind being in a pack with the pyromaniac one bit.
My arm slides off the other alpha’s shoulders as Jo stands in the ring with a hand on her hip while the beta lays on the ground, clutching his arm in pain.
I should feel guilty for devouring her body with my eyes while she's in that ring being forced to fight, but the way the leggings hug her curves is absolutely sinful. Not to mention what that sports bra does for her cleavage. The outfits they have us in on a daily basis don’t do justice to her body—and my dick is taking notice.
“What the hell do I have to do to get you guys to end this match?” She shouts over the crowd in the direction of the airhorn. “Tear the rest of the arm off and beat him with it?”
That has the airhorn sounding, as if they’re afraid that she might do exactly that. Orderlies enter the ring, dragging the beta out by his feet as he whines and cries.
Since they run the fights in a “King of the Ring” fashion—or, in this case, Queen of the Ring—Lisichka will stay in the ring until an opponent defeats her.
A small figure climbs in, and I roll my eyes when I see Paige Lawson enter. Hasn’t the bitch learned her lesson already? Does she think that she can kick Jo’s ass just because she is in a semi-controlled environment?
It doesn’t surprise me in the slightest that my Wild Fox looks positively gleeful at this turn of events.
The airhorn goes off, and Paige rushes Jo with a screech. My omega rolls her eyes before side-stepping the beta. Paige turns her head wildly, like she can’t quite figure out where Jo went.
Something is…off.
Paige’s eyes, now that I’m looking, are red, and her pupils are blown. Is she on something?
The beta continually tries to go after Jo, who keeps on avoiding her, letting Paige tire herself out.
“What is happening right now?” Sam’s voice startles me, and I glance over at him as he sidles up next to us. “I’ve never seen Paige enter the fights.”
“Do you see her eyes?” I ask, pushing aside my current disdain for the orderly.
Jo told us what happened, kind of, but I don’t think Sam is that malicious as to make her fall for him so he can get information.
“And don’t let our omega catch you talking about Paige like you notice her in the slightest.”
Sam only gives me an incredulous look, making me smirk. “Our omega? What—”
“Shit,” Hayden mutters, his eyes tracking the women in the ring as Paige continually goes after Jo like a wild animal. “She looks high.”
“Something is definitely wrong here.” Sam looks…worried.
Finally, Jo stops toying with Paige and lands a solid hit to her face, making the beta crumple to the ground. She doesn’t move, but the airhorn doesn’t sound, so Jo has no choice but to keep going. The doctors nearby immediately start whispering wildly to each other, making me suspicious as hell.
Jo gets two more half-hearted hits in on the beta before the airhorn goes off. She backs off immediately, a conflicted look on her face. She must have noticed that Paige didn’t seem all there either.
Jo may hate the bitch, but she’s not heartless, and would feel bad about beating on someone who wasn’t at full capacity. Well, except if they’re abusive asshole alphas. She has no problem beating on them then.
Orderlies immediately enter the ring to retrieve Paige, then they send the next contender in. Another beta.
Jo takes care of this one just as quickly as the last, but as they keep coming, she’s getting more tired, and they’re getting more aggressive.
Regardless, she’s putting them all on their asses since it’s obvious none of them have any formal training and are thinking they can take her just because she is a small omega.
I don’t know who trained Lisichka, but I will need to thank him when all of this is over.
She chokes out one final beta before the airhorn blows, and Brooks stands, an enraged Whitmore at his side. “This will be the last fight!”
A large figure enters the ring. An alpha.
A low growl rumbles in the back of Hayden’s throat. I give him a look to remind him that Sam is right fucking there, but the alpha in question is also pissed.
“They aren’t giving her any recovery time,” Sam mutters, clenching his fists. He’s right. Even when I fight they give me a one minute break to get water.
“I know she can handle herself,” Hayden chokes out. “But this is…more difficult than I thought.” He doesn’t say too much because again, Sam is right fucking there, but it’s obvious his instincts are riding him hard.
Mine are too. I don’t even have my claiming mark on her yet and I want to enter the ring and rip the alpha’s spine out for looking at my mate.
The airhorn goes off, and then all hell breaks loose.