Fated is overrated

Lola

POV

The only thing I really despised was how Zeke did a number on Tom though, poor thing. As he was transported to the pack hospital, I promised I would visit him later on today.

I really like Tom, he has been nothing but kind to me and even gave me tips for the obstacle course. He saved my life the other day at the lake and, as he is such a gentlemen, I gave him my first kiss ever. When Zeke wanted to spar with Tom, I already knew what they were planning on doing and to say I hate those f*ckers would be an understatement.

When I saw Tom dropping and not getting up, I was conflicted as hell with my emotions. Normally when I get this livid, there is nothing else I can see, feel or hear - my anger is all consuming.

But now, I also felt a big rush of concern and sadness wash over me to see the only person I actually like here (besides the Queen) lying almost unconscious. My concern prevailed and I rushed to his side.

Not that I could do much, except reprimand the trainer, this was so uncalled for! Liberty was fuming as well and we had a hard time keeping her hidden.

After my match with Zeke, there suddenly aren't too many warriors wanting to spar with me. Before the match, there were a few approaching me all at once even. Yet now everybody avoids my gaze. But, of course and as suspected, conceited pup #2 wants a shot too. Zane is aware his parents are watching, so I'm sure he is going to give it his all. I am unsure whether or not to hold back as I really don't want my *ss to get kicked by him, but I don't want his overly perceptive parents to notice my wolf isn't dormant. Kicking around their son who's about double my weight might tip that off. 'Just kick his *ss. The Queen suspects something is different about us anyway.

I can tell by the way she looks at us' Liberty chimes in. I love having a sassy wolf. No wolf in their right mind would be happy to attack a prince in front of the King and Queen, especially them being their mate at that. 'Hey hey! You know I can hear that!'. I just laugh at her mock offense.

I am brought back to reality when the trainer yells for us all to begin. As Zane is always the hot-headed one, I was expecting him to charge straight away, but he doesn't. I noticed he had watched me spar, so he knows my strategy and some of my moves. We are circling each other waiting for the other to make a move.

Although I really don't like to make the first move, ever, we can't circle each other forever.

So I run towards him at my full human speed. I make a feint towards the ground as he was probably expecting me to slide to the ground.

It is one of my signature moves, and he had watched me pull that one already. As expected, he drops towards the ground, hoping to end this session soon by pinning me immediately.

I shoot up at the last minute and, as he also tries to get up, I kick his abdomen with both my legs, using the momentum from the speed I was carrying and whilst hanging midair myself.

He drops a few yards back, and I know I have poked the bear just enough to not have to be the instigator anymore.

The hothead will definitely lose his temper and patience now. And, right on cue, he jumps back up growling at me, before racing towards me with his black eyes.noveldrama

His speed catches me off guard, and he is able to land a blow to the same jaw Zeke had just hit. I have to admit that blow f*cking hurts. The pups know how to land a punch if he can get one in.

Whilst he is still trying to land blows to my face, I sweep his legs, landing him flat on his back. I waste no time getting on top of him and pinning him down to the ground. I hadn't thought this one through though, or maybe it's just because I am inexperienced, but in the position I am in, I am actually sort of.. Straddling him?

Our private parts are apparently touching because I can feel something hard poking me down there, and it catches me completely off guard. I bet I look like a fish out of water right now with the way my mouth is hung open.

Zane seems to be mirroring my expression as we both just lay and sit there. I am still pinning him, but Zane isn't even struggling anymore, and I am just dumbfounded.

Even more f*cking horrifying... I am actually getting aroused by his thick, hard member pressing against my thin fabric down there. F*ck this stupid mate bond, making my body react to him without me actually wanting it to.

I can feel my cheeks are already a deep shade of red, but they turn an even deeper shade of red when I realize I am actually getting wet. F*ck f*ck f*ck. Werewolves can smell that.... Let alone Lycans!

Especially Zane will be able to tell, but I'm guessing even some close enough bystanders can. This is so embarrassing, shoot me. Shoot me now!

Zane's eyes darken when his nostrils flare and I feel something twitching in his pants, causing a soft moan to slip through my lips. Again, my body betraying me against my own will.

Zane's response is immediate when I feel another twitch, and he grinds his hard member into my core. Absolutely f*cking horrified and no longer interested in if I lose the match to him or not, I jump off like I just got burned in acid. I look around to see many warriors, as well as the King and Queen, watching us.

Luckily, they are at some distance, so they won't be able to smell my arousal. Zane is still on the ground unmoving, looking up at me with his black eyes filled with lust. I really hate these pieces of sh*t and they hate me too. But the sight of him on the ground like that with his tousled blonde hair, lustful eyes, that Adonis-like body and not to forget the raging tent in his pants, does things to me and I hate to admit it.

If only their personalities matched their appearance, I would probably be a goner. I feel another wave of wetness hit my panties and I clear my throat to say in a raised voice "I forfeit, you win" and run away towards the restrooms.