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I used to train at the gym he used to go to. His trainer disciples love shit-talking about him when their coach ain’t around.
Jayce ignored the talk as he reached the steps of the platform and easily pushed off the landing on the other side of the boxed space.
“Look what we got here,” Lorsan mocked as he pulled back to give Jayce his full attention. “You’re that car dealership fucker. The one who owes the majority of the dealerships in NYC, right? How ironic. I got denied my dream car at one of your fancy shitholes because you decided to keep it for your prized collection.”
Jayce seemed completely relaxed as he casually shrugged at the comment.
“When you’re the CEO of one of the largest car dealership organizations in the world, you get a few perks,” Jayce offered and dared to deliver a sly smile. “Maybe if your pockets supported that big mouth of yours, you would have gotten what you wanted instead of bringing it up now as if you’d earn sympathy from your fellow shifters.”
“I don’t need anyone’s pity!” he spat out.
“You’ll certainly need your Alpha’s if you want to come out of this alive,” Jayce suggested. “Though I’d gladly tell your Beta instead. Don’t want you getting kicked out of the pack without a bit of suffering involved. Though that depends on if you survive fighting me, obviously.”
“I don’t have an Alpha. He’s fucking dead,” Lorsan snapped. “As for my Beta, he’s not fucking here. Probably sucking up some pussy while crushing on that he-she bitch he doesn’t have the balls to confess to.”
The way I glanced over to Malachite rewarded me with an eye roll before he pushed off the wall while his booming voice echoed through the hollow underground cave.
“It’s not like I don’t have the balls to say shit,” he began and the way people scurried away from him was as if he’d become roach repellent.
I had to admit, it was kind of hot to watch as many began to tremble and crumble to the floor as Beta Malachite’s disguise fell through and revealed his bulky mass. I swore he looked double his usual size now.
I really had to crane my neck to take him all in. His attire was now just black shorts as he stood there shirtless with his plentiful tattoos and scars that were certainly badges of honor to him.
Running his hands once through his hair to ensure it was slicked back and out of his face, those lethal eyes landed on Lorsan’s surprised face before his lips quirked up menacingly.
“I’ve got nine males and one female to compete with. I deserve to play it safe until I think it’s valid to make my shot,” he argued and cracked his neck. “Though, I feel like kicking your ass could give me some brownie points when I let her know I had the honor of killing a few traitors in the pack.”
“Last time I checked, I’m not in the pack,” Garfield spoke up. “If you’re the apparent Beta of this pack, you’re fighting me.”
“Why are you even fucking here, Malachite?” Felicia argued. “How can you be loyal to a cowardly bitch! What? Because she apparently has connections to Alpha Memphis, you’re playing to her tune?!”
The mention of Alpha Memphis literally made the temperature drop in the room as many quivered or gasped at the mention of this sinister Alpha.
“Wait. She’s got Alphas Memphis on her side?”
“No fucking way.”
“Fuck. I don’t want to die now. Didn’t you hear how fucking murderous that man is?”
“He’s met Roberto once and even he commented that he’d never mess with the Alpha fucker.”
“My loyalty to the De Luca pack has been absolute from the moment I pledged my allegiance with my own blood,” Malachite stressed. “If Alpha Memphis wants to participate, it only proves our pack with Willow’s Alpha ruling is the right call, but you can’t handle rejection, can you?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Felicia snapped. “No one would dare reject me.”
“I did when you wanted to fuck me a few weeks ago.”
“And I oop!” one of the shifters hollered as others either gasped or made “oh shit” sounds.
“You masturbate in the shower to that bitch’s name when she doesn’t fucking know you!” Felicia screamed as she pointed at Malachite.
“Well, at least you know you’re not my fucking type seeing as you don’t have pink hair, blue eyes, and a thing for cage fighting,” Malachite responded back.
He seriously didn’t care that Felicia was literally hanging out his dirty laundry.
Which clearly revolved around me.
"You don’t even feel fucking disgraced for crushing on Roberto’s child who’d not only never acknowledge you but has no clue that you’d supported her and watched those stupid cage fights she’d participate in all the time?” she tossed back in disgust. “You should feel ashamed.”
