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He left without doing it, but I could hear his low chuckle from behind the door with his words of 'I love that girl'riding on the wind.
If only he realized just how good we would have been for one another if we could properly commit to a relationship.
Onyx Charm, twenty-eight, late bloomer and badass wolf, who surely should have been an Alpha but was hiding it for the sake of being a member of a pack versus trying to rule it, cage-fighting champion in the male division for five years running, asshole, and my best friend since I was ten.
Mother Moon must have felt pity for my soul, knowing the disappointment and loss of trust I'd experienced through those harsh years before Aurelia came into the picture, and thus, granted me that hunk of muscle with a mouth far filthier than any sailor alive.
We were the prime definition of enemies to lovers, even though our relationship was more of a 'friends with benefits' type of connection. It wasn't like we were incompatible. The chemistry was sickening and quite addicting, but if we both allowed ourselves to fall into one another’s web of emotions, neither of us would make it out with our sanity.
Onyx was a grenade. An explosive that would completely ruin me if I so allowed him to crumble my walls. I was no different, only he considered me a firework that burst into millions of sparks. Only mine wouldn't go out in the night sky.
The magnitude of raining sparks would burn with power and strike anyone who dare left their wounds on his battered skin and broken heart.
Knowing him for ten years was a blessing in disguise. Even if I absolutely hated his guts, at least he was someone I could trust when push came to shove. He'd go against my own father for my sake. That's something you'd never expect your enemy to be willing to accomplish for your better sake.
The saying 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer' was the perfect definition of our sizzling, lust-filled connection. We were so similar to one another, but our lingering, open wounds were different and needed a different route of closure to aid in their healing.
No matter our dark, entwined pasts, we both entered the ring to get our frustrations out of the way. When things really took a jab at our sanity, we got lost in each other's energy to remind one another that the world was a place of darkness, but there was pleasure, and that was the perfect distraction to keep our minds occupied from being consumed by the fear of the world out there.
There was so much I could think of when it came to Onyx. So much good and fucked-up shit he'd done to me that had me almost pulling the trigger on him a few times.
Alright, I pulled the damn trigger but my aim was shit back then so that was a sad few misses.
I knew he didn't want to say it himself, but there would be no way for us to be together. Realistically, he was a wolf shifter, even if he was a late bloomer. Before, when we were the same, I could see it happening. Envision us being together, loving one another, fucking, and mating.
I'd even envisioned baring his children.
That all changed when his wolf finally sprouted through whatever barrier was blocking his existence, and that left me both heartbroken and alone. Six months went by where we didn't talk with, see, or hear from one another. It was as though he vanished from the depths of the world, which only left a growing wound in my broken heart.
When he returned, those onyx eyes were darker, flooded with power, while his muscled body was firmer and tougher. He'd changed for the better, to protect himself and be accepted among the pack he chose for the sake of not limiting himself from me.
I knew that was the reason why he chose the Palo Santo pack instead of De Luca's. It's not like Father gave a shit, but I'm sure he was annoyed by the loss of a powerful wolf like Onyx.
He still hoped I had some sort of power inside. A wolf that was trapped like his and desperate to be freed. However, the years continued to pass and now that I was twenty-five, I gave up the idea.
I could dream and stare at the mark on my arm all I wanted, but the truth wouldn't change.
I'm a human.
With a sigh, I did a quick scan of the locker room and headed to the door. Stopping the music and pressing the OFF button on the touch screen for the lights, I opened the door to see the oversized leather jacket on the handle of the door.
My lips frowned, even though the scent of luxurious, expensive cologne with hints of wood flooded my nostrils, leaving me to groan at the reminder of my first true love.
Not crush, but actual love.
"Damn you, Onyx," I muttered, but lifted the leather jacket from the handle before walking out and throwing it onto my shoulders. It was still warm, as if he'd worn it on his body and allowed his sizzling heat to penetrate through the material just for me.
Closing the door, I took a final glance up and down the hall, deciding to go through the secret exit. I always endured a pinch of sadness when I had to leave this place, but I mentally reminded myself that I'd be back.
This is my second home: the ring, where I can let go and belong in a world of blood, sweat, and tears.
The Dangers Of Always Winning
The cold breeze forced me to zip up the jet-black jacket Onyx left for me, my body shivering on impulse as I took in the chill of the air through my nostrils.
I quickened my strides without realizing it. The area I'd just entered was a little too quiet for my comfort. This was NYC after all. The streets were alive, day and night, and it was only eleven at night.
The clubs should have still been open, filled with booming music and long lines of men waiting to get in while the females skipped the line until eleven-thirty. The bars should have been full of people, those that were already wasted before the real night began spitting nonsense outdoors after getting kicked out.
