Lev grinned. The big alpha played dirty. Good.
Slade already shirtless cracked his knuckles. “Don’t hold back. Go nuke on me.”
Lev leapt in the air, landed behind Slade and put him in a headlock. Slade growled, twisting in every known martial arts maneuver, but he couldn’t break Lev’s iron grip. Lev picked Slade up and flung him into the ropes.
Slade spread his arms against the ropes, straightened and winced. “I’m happy you’re on our side.”
Lev glanced at the three alphas, who after being turned into his bitch in seconds, stared as if studying for weaknesses. “How about I go nuke on all of you at once?”
“Fucking yeah,” said Gunner, an enthusiastic new team member.
The others stood and joined Slade in the ring. All shirtless, fangs out and in fighting stances.
The four alphas circled Lev, not surprisingly, like a pack of wolves. Snarling. Fangs and claws out. The workout would turn into a bloody brawl. Maybe if he was lucky it would keep his mind off of Rachel who he hadn’t seen in two days. Too fucking long. Fur lined his back and he smirked. “Bring it on.”
Rachel and Cricket entered the gym. Rachel gasped at the sight of Lev, bloodied and fighting four other werewolves. Or was it Lev beating the crap out of four men? Lev threw them out of the ring as if they were a sack of potatoes being tossed into a truck. They grunted, growled and then jumped into the ring for more punishment. Lev sported slash marks on his chest and back. His opponents looked even worse. Bruised and bloodied, they grinned, baring fierce fangs as they stalked him. She was not sure if she should run and get her medical kit or observe how werewolves stayed in shape. Lev lifted two hulky men in the air by their throats and slammed their heads together. Their skulls knocked against each other, reverberating above the rock music and they crumbled to the ground. The next one leapt toward Lev and he grabbed and flung him against the wall. Like a cat flinging a sparrow.
“Get him, Slade,” shouted Cricket to the sweaty blond brawny man now facing her man, Lev.
Rachel saw Cricket’s mate for the first time. Big as Lev and just as sexy.
Lev turned. His eyes widened, obviously getting an eyeful of her skin tight yoga attire. “Rachel?” Obviously, he’d not expected to see her. His guard down, Slade’s claws receded and he punched him with a brutal right hook. Lev hit the mat with the force of an oak tree hitting the ground.
“Lev!” Rage coursed through her and the damn headache squeezed her brain. Dizziness washed over her, but when Lev stood and rubbed his jaw, her raw anger and pounding head disappeared. Please don’t tell me this is related to the blood bond thing.
Cricket hooted and leaped over the rope and into the ring. She held up Slade’s muscular arm up in the air. “Winner.” She let go of Slade and shouted, “USA, USA!”
Slade lifted Cricket over his head and smiled. “Distracting him was not fair.”
Cricket laughed. “There is nothing fair about winning a fight.”
Lev laughed. “She’s right.”
Slade put Cricket down and ravished her with a fierce kiss. He released her and planted a gentler kiss on her hair. “Workout is over.”
The other men stretched and rubbed their sore bodies. Each of the men, like Lev and Slade had godlike muscular bodies. They could probably raise money going on tour as a hot lycan stripper dance troupe.
Cricket elbowed Rachel. “I told you your heart rate would go up.”
“No kidding. I never had the stomach for boxing or wrestling or whatever martial arts they just did.”
“I was talking about the beefsteak testosterone fest.”
Slade scowled. “Stop being so sexist, hon.”
Lev jumped out of the ring and gave Rachel a wolfish look. “I like you in those tight yoga pants.”
Rachel shivered. “I borrowed them from Cricket to do yoga.”
Slade chuckled. “Cricket do yoga? She is way too hyper to focus on anything slower than a sprint.”
“Mia taught me a few poses,” Cricket shot back.
Rachel couldn’t wait to meet Mia, the other Stallo woman. “I think I’d rather learn self-defense techniques.”
Cricket furrowed her brow. “I recommend you learn wrestling moves from Lev.”
Like she had a chance against the alpha who just beat the crap out of the other four werewolves. Lev would have her on her back in seconds. Then again that wouldn’t be so bad. She shook her head. Hot sex. Cricket was one naughty she-wolf.