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Luckily, it was a scenario I’d worked through many times, and this bear was no longer cool headed enough to think straight. He left his nuts wide open, so I thrust my knee up hard enough to hurt. The pain propelled him forward, which made it easy to throw him over my head. He lay on his stomach, groaning, before I put him in a sleeper hold just as the whistle blew.

“Good work, Scott,” the lion shifter said, his eyes glowing as he stared at me. Then he shook his head at the bear shifter, who lay whimpering and clutching his genitals.

I tried to summon some pity for the big bastard but failed miserably. He’d lost any sympathy I might have had when he called me a hybrid cunt. Go figure.

“Larsen, get the fuck off the mat.” Alpha dominance rolled off the lion shifter, and all the shifters in the room lowered their heads in submission. Damn, this Leone dude was powerful.

My wolf whined and clawed at my chest, desperate for a taste of lion.

Shut up! I can’t afford to be distracted! She whined once more and then settled.

Once the bear shifter had dragged his ass away, I waited for my next opponent to rock up. None of my opponents had been especially challenging so far, but when I clocked the tiger shifter, I realized that was about to change.

The tiger dude was no pampered pussycat. He grinned as he stepped onto the mat. Standing well over six feet, the tiger towered over me. Cropped hair, scarred knuckles, and sinewy, hard-packed muscle that hadn’t come from the gym told me the cat was an experienced fighter.

I lacked the brute strength to knock a guy like this out, so I would have to fight smarter, not harder. The tiger didn’t appear to have any injuries, but arrogance was still a weakness, and he sure had plenty of that.

“Give up now, pretty boy,” he whispered, leaning in while licking his lips and smirking. “I’ll take it easy on you if you bend over for me later.” Gross. Nothing about the asshole appealed to me or my wolf. She huffed in disgust.

The lion shifter must have overheard the tiger shifter’s unwelcome offer because he stormed over.

“Any more sexual harassment bullshit, and you’ll be facing me on the mat. Are we fucking clear?” The lion’s eyes glowed once again as he faced the tiger.

It took a couple of seconds, but the tiger submitted to instructor Leone’s dominance.

I tutted loudly once the lion turned to talk to another student.

“Bad kitty.”

Then the whistle blew, and an enraged tiger leaped into the air.

18

Riley

Sweat dripped down my face as the tiger shifter threw one last triumphant sneer at me before strutting over to his buddies.

Even though it pained me to throw a fight, I begrudgingly let the tiger shifter win, mostly to avoid attracting any more unwanted attention. I didn't make it easy for the tiger asshole, however,

I wasn’t that magnanimous.

In the last few seconds, I pretended to roll my ankle and then didn’t bother fighting back after he got me in a chokehold.

Thankfully, the fight ended before he had time to grope me. Although he did dry hump my ass, which made me want to vomit.

Students filed out at the end of the class, many of them in pain from injuries sustained.

The bear shifter threw me a furious glare when he limped past, but I ignored him. He lost fair and square, so he needed to suck it up. And from the disgusted glances he earned from a couple of other bear shifters, they thought so too.

The tiger smirked, satisfied that he’d bested me in front of his fellow felines, but I gave him the middle finger. He might think he’d beaten me, but I would have won if I’d tried harder. He was also a disgusting pervert, which made me vow to punch him in the nuts if our paths crossed again.

“Scott, a word.” My pulse jumped at the lion shifter’s voice.

“Um, okay?” Had I done something wrong? As far as I knew, I’d broken none of the lion’s rules.

I’d not shifted or killed any of my opponents, so unless one of them dropped dead from an undiagnosed health issue in the next ten minutes, I was in the clear.

Swallowing down my unease, I followed the lion shifter away from the students leaving the gym. Once the room had cleared, he stared down at me with his arms folded across his broad chest and frowned.