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First apologies for the delays, just when you get started, life likes to remind you that it can interrupt at any time. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. No sex yet, but a good story requires build up, don't worry though it will happen soon. I appreciate all comments. Lastly I really want to send kudos out to my editor mikothebaby. Thanks so much for what you do. Stories are all the better for having an editor.
Here is the second chapter, longer to make up for the wait.
Enjoy J!
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Retreat. Retreat. Advance, beat, advance. Double disengage. Balestra, disengage, lunge.
As the touch was accepted, Victoria walked back to her line. Most of her wounds from the previous night had faded. A couple of persistent bruises, though, were making her bout more painful than usual. She had woken in the Alpha's arms and despite her pain filled squirms to get out of them; he didn't put her down until he had placed her in bed. She took her en garde. With every beat and parry she imagined that she was thrashing him. How dare he...she growled and lunged, no touch, but she lingered too long and her opponent received the point.
She walked back to the line. He was in her head, throwing off her game. She shook her head taking a deep breath. No matter how much she despised him right now, she would not let him ruin this bout for her. With that she took her en garde and pushed him to the back of her mind. The ref called out, "Fencers ready?" She took another deep breath, "Ready, Sir." "Allez!"
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Antony pulled open the door to Victoria's fencing gym, the rush of cool A/C a welcome reprieve from the heat. The gym was expansive. A wooden walkway split the building in half leading to a set of bleachers at the far end. On either side of the walkway were 9 fencing strips, some silver some red. Some had fencers on them and some didn't, but towards the back there was an active fight. He knew instantly, which one was Victoria. He watched as she blocked and lunged, the agility of her wolf, though tamped down, made her every move graceful and dangerous.
He knew the minute she noticed his presence. Her defense faltered and her opponent was able to push her back, she quickly regained her footing and pushed forward again. She lunged and stabbed the other opponent with her sword.
She stood up and he felt the hesitance of her mind on the edge of his conscience, he pushed out and allowed her entrance. He could feel her confusion and anger at his appearance, but she quickly reined that in.
"Alpha, please allow me to finish this bout, once I am through I will gladly be of service to you."
The last part of her sentence was forced, he chuckled. Her resistance was hilarious.
"It's Antony and of course you should finish. I'll just sit on the bleachers and watch."
He laughed again as she beat a hasty retreat out of his mind, but he left the connection open. He slid into a low seat on the bleachers and watched. When the fight began he quietly touched her mind, he had seen her fight before, but hearing it was a whole different matter. Though she had been trying to figure out why he was here and what it could mean and countless other questions, when she saluted her partner her mind went quiet. She laid out a game plan for the fight and attacked. Backing up and pushing forward she lured her opponent forward. He could not only hear her thoughts, but another voice rumbled deep and full of malice in her head.
The drive to be perfect, the drive to fight, and no mistakes could be made. The voice pushed at her until she was in frenzy, he could feel her panic. He pulled out of her mind and sat up on the bleachers. The damn mask wouldn't allow him to see her face, but he could see it in her body as she pushed herself harder. She forced herself to do more, anything to win, winning was perfection, perfection is what was sought.
It took no time at all for him to realize that this was her father. Though he had never asked for more extensive details from her mother about what her father was actually doing, he now knew they were necessary. He could see the scaring on his mate, the mental scaring. As much as she had tried to beat it down her instinct was that anything less than perfection, was failure. Now it was woven into her. How long had this been going on? He watched as she lunged forward and struck gold.
Antony waited as she got her things. His wolf tense and pacing, he felt his muscles ripple as his wolf pushed on his mind, pushing outwards, the desire to mate a burning fire in his veins, a flash flood in his mind, wiping out all else but her. He closed his eyes and let the argument/persuading ensue. Her presence, however, was enough to snap him out of any internal battle.
He kept his eyes closed; they had shifted as his wolf pushed at him more. She would only see that as aggression, not passion, so he merely took in her scent. Cataloguing all the smells the made it up: pomegranates, honey, passion fruit.... He let his mind drift until his wolf settled disgruntled, but intoxicated, overwhelmed, and dazed by the smell. He would have to thank his father for that trick.
He sat up; she had been patient enough, though the look on her face was near murderous.
"Ready to go?"
He stepped off of the bleachers and slid her bag off her shoulder, tugging slightly when she gripped it tighter.
"I can hold my own bag you know....sir." The sir hastily added on held none of the normal submission or respect most of his pack usually exhibited.
He stepped in close to her and looked down. She was in the middle of backing up before she caught herself and firmly planted her feet. She was a spitfire. Her passion showed in lightening flashes of violet in her eyes. His wolf thrilled being this close to her, he bent his head and whispered in her ear.
"I am sure you can."