Chapter 4
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The gym office is quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft click of the security feed playing on my laptop.
Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the desk in gold.
I should be reviewing next week’s training schedule.
Instead, I’m leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed on the grainy footage from the main wrestling mat.
Roxie pinned Blair again.
She flowed over him like she was born to dominate, forearm across his throat, thighs locked around his hips, holding him flat while he bucked beneath her.
Even through the camera I can see the way his body reacted, his back arching toward her.
Roxie’s dark ponytail swung as she leaned down, her mouth moving close to his ear.
I don’t need sound to know what she said.
I knew exactly what happened the moment she dragged him off the mat this morning. I wish I could have seen the entire scene but the way my beautiful little Alpha smelled coming out of the locker room was good enough. Almost good enough.
My hand drifts up without permission and presses against the spot just below my collarbone.
The bite mark Roxie gave me fourteen months ago is hidden beneath my black Knotlocke hoodie, a secret healed scar that only she ever touches.
The whole campus thinks I’m unmated. The entire athletic department thinks Roxie is single.
We’ve spent a year orbiting each other in public—careful and professional, blistering hot the second the door closes behind us.
Every night we’ve talked about him. About Blair Reyes.
About the loud, bratty Omega who walked into my gym last year at another school and never stopped pushing until both of us were aching for him.
Just as I go to replay the snippet again, the office door opens.
Roxie slips inside and closes it behind her with a soft click.
She’s already dressed for the auction in a form-fitting baby-blue dress that hugs every lean line of her curves.
She crosses the room without a word, climbs straight into my lap, and kisses me like she’s been thinking about it all day.
“Hi, Alpha,” she murmurs against my mouth.
I slide my hands up her thighs, under the hem of the dress, and pull her closer. “You’ve had some fun this morning, haven’t you?”
She blushes, though it’s just a faint flush across her cheekbones that only I ever get to see. “He’s annoying,” she muses. “I couldn’t get his scent out of my head.”
I laugh softly, the sound rumbling in my chest. My hand comes up to cup her face, my thumb stroking along her jaw as I kiss the corner of her mouth, then trail my lips along her cheek and down the side of her neck.
She shivers beneath my touch as I slip my hand beneath the neckline of her dress and brush my fingers over the spot where my bite sits on her right tit, hidden from the world.
“If you needed a cock, mi amor,” I murmur against her skin, “I have a perfectly good strap-on waiting back at the apartment.”
Roxie pouts. I catch that full bottom lip between mine and suck it gently before letting go with a quiet chuckle.
My purr slips out, vibrating between us.
She leans into it, eyes half-lidded. “I think I want him though,” she whispers.
“Is that crazy? He pisses me off, but his scent… Alpha, tell me this is okay.”
Her hand drops between us and presses against my pussy through my pants. I let out a slow, pleasured sigh and catch her wrist, pulling her fingers away before she can start something neither of us can finish right now.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I tell her, my purr vibrating through my chest a little louder.
“I will ruin you before you even get on that stage.” I hold her gaze, letting her feel every ounce of the hunger and love and possessiveness I’ve been carrying for a year. “And yes. As wrong as this is, I’m in.”
Roxie’s shoulders relax. She kisses me once more, then hops off my lap. I swat her ass as she turns toward the door, the sound rather loud in the small office. She glances back over her shoulder, that smirk back in full force. “You’re coming, right?”
I lean back in my chair and let my eyes drag over her, my bonded Alpha, my woman, dressed up and about to let the whole campus bid on her like she isn’t already mine.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I say. “After all, if Blair isn’t there to win you, I need to.
No one else is going to have my woman in their bed tonight. ”
Roxie’s smile turns wicked. She blows me a kiss, slips out the door, and leaves me alone with the security feed still playing on my laptop and the taste of her still on my tongue.
I close the footage, exhale slowly, and mutter to the empty office, “This is going to be interesting.”
Then I stand up, grab my keys, and head out to make sure the only person who leaves that auction with Roxie Calloway is the one we both want.
Blair Reyes doesn’t know it yet, but he’s already ours.