PROLOGUE
BRAYDEN
There has never been a time I wanted to be in my best friend's shoes. I have always been happy to be his trainer; at the end of the day, it was my idea. But after hearing the words that were snarked at Ren when he entered the ring. I really want to switch places. This smirking piece of shit, who drugged, tried to rape, and marked my sister’s skin, thinks he has a claim on her, but he’s about to learn.
I watch and assess the Beta in the ring; he only seems to have defensive moves. Ren could easily take him down with a punch or a roundhouse. But instead, he’s playing with him, making it seem like ‘Alpha Nox’ has a shot at winning this.
I can’t hear what the shit stain is saying, and Goddess knows how Ren is keeping Pine under control. Lennox starts to get frustrated and tries to go on the offensive, but its sloppy, ‘how the fuck did he win to get here?’, Ren is still playing, and deflects it easily, Ren switches to grappling rather than kicks and punches, as the clock ticks to forty-five minutes and he gets Lennox into an arm lock, pinning him to the mat, one sharp jolt and Ren will break Lennox’s arm, five minutes Lennox attempts to wiggle out of the hold, spewing shit about my sister, but eventually he taps out.
Ren wins.
I jump into the ring, but right before I get to Ren's side, Lennox goes to attack his back, claws partially shifted, Ren sensing something coming, does a bounce-house kick and knocks the fucker out. Unfortunately, the human ref gets snicked by a claw. Brilliant, I quickly lookto Uncle Luc and signal that there may be a problem.
I join Ren as he’s handed the newcomer's belt, and on Ember’s recommendation, I talk to him, distracting him from the photos so he doesn’t tense up.
“Just look at Em, bro, ignore the cameras.” Em is bouncing up and down, cheering and yelling insults simultaneously like she did the whole match. I tried not to take my eyes off Lennox, but I had to make sure she was okay.
“Yeah, probably not a good idea. I don’t want to pop a boner,” he chuckles.
“Yuck, she’s my sister,” I reply, but yeah, it was not a good idea to get a boner while having photos taken that we had no control over.
We hop out of the ring, and I notice Miles sorting Ember's hair out.
“Lone Wolf” she yells as she hops the barrier, strides to Ren, hooks his neck with her hand and pulls him for a kiss, one hand on his hip, the other now resting on his heart, he has the belt hooked on his forearm while he palms her ass ‘come on dude, she’s my sister’ the other hand is cuffing her throat, I notice a smirking Creed adjust himself between shots then he clears his throat, Ren scowls at him and Ember glancing over her shoulder and smirks at him, Creed winks, Embers way of relaxing Ren and getting the shots they want I guess.
Ren turns and strides off. I then notice Ember’s smug look, but I just follow Ren with a shake of my head, ‘sisters’. Creed is on our heels, snapping a few more shots,
“Just to let you guys know, Smudge and Miles designed her top, the back has ‘Lone Wolfs Luna’ printed on it, she was staking her claim to all the thirsty bitches”. With that, he turns and heads back to the main room, Ren and I gawping at his back.
CHAPTER ONE
EMBER
Ren and Bray stride off down the corridor towards the locker room, and I hop back over the barrier to join the others. Creed reappears from getting some last shots of Ren Post-match, and thankfully, ‘Alpha Nox’ has scurried off when the media headed towards them.
“Creed, I need photos for his websites and media pages ASAP.” Devin chirps, swiping at some things on his tablet,
“It's okay, babe. They all go straight to my laptop, cleaning up one of our gorgeous Luna, getting her perk ass squeezed right now. Come pick which others you want.” Darby snarks with a wink, the guy’s joke around and grumble that it wasn’t a fair fight.
Miles holds my hand as we people-watch, which is mainly him complaining about how some people are dressed. A group of girls wearing ribbons, as Miles puts it, come to stand in front of our section. Matt's head appears between mine and Miles, kissing his mate's cheek.
“What are they doing?” He asks before I get a chance to give him some sass. Lily twists in front of Miles to look at us,
“They are either trying to get in press photos or grab your boys' attention.” She looks at them with disgust,
“They are how succubae get a bad name,” she spits the words,
“They are human, Lily, but I understand the reference; they think they can get to Ren and Brayden through you guys.” Bram looks confused
“Why? How?” I glance at him as I hear the girls talk about how hot the trainer was, and if he’s single, and how my kiss was obviously a publicity stunt, as someone as hot as The Lone Wolfcouldn’t really be with a fat ginger like that.
“They get into your beds, you brag how amazing they were, so Ren and Bray then pick up your sloppy seconds, they’re gold and fame diggers, not that you guys, my twin brother or my Fiancé will fall for any of that,” I state loud enough for the rag-wearing girls to hear me.
“They don’t expect my twin to have a hot boyfriend, or someone like Ren to be engaged to someone short and dumpy, they believe they will sway the boys with legs that need to be held closed by tight dresses.” I stand, and so do Miles and Lily, both giving the girls a finger wave.
The venue security comes over to escort the girls out, and they all loudly protest, saying they are part of our group, but they don’t know any of our names. The media department pushes its way to us as we get out of the seating area.
“Miss, can I ask you some questions?” one guy asks while simultaneously sticking a mic and camera in my face,
