For Bear Or For Worse (Pure Blood 1) by Meredith Clarke Read Free Book Online Page B

with Avery or make me so tired that I couldn’t focus on anything else.  We did five rounds of that and ended our day of training with some sparring. Robbie took me in the cage and did two rounds of light sparring to get a feel for how I was doing. At this point I really needed to dig deep as a fighter because I was gassed. It was a hard training session that just seemed never-ending. When our round ended he invited in one of the freshmen teammates who I was not familiar with.
                  “Hey Josh, come in here and spar with Cole. Get your feet wet and it will give him a chance to spar with someone new. Don't go hard on him though, Cole, he's just a cub.”
                  I just nodded.
                  The sparring rounds were good and kept me on my toes. It was an excellent way for me to see where my weaknesses were. I was also allowed to use all my tricks. I could keep the fight going as a standup or I could take it to the ground, it all depended on how the fight went and what my opponent's weaknesses were. The kid wasn't bad for a cub, but he had a lot to learn. He would get there though, they always did. We ended our round and touched gloves before the kid headed out of the ring. I took my gloves off and got out of the ring myself. I sat down on one of the benches and took of my shin pads. By the time I was done training I felt jacked and ready to get into a fight.
                  “Are you ready for a real fight now?”
                  I turned to find Michael behind me strapping on his gloves. “Oh hell, I just finished a grueling one.”
                  “Oh...is the Alpha scared of his beta?” Michael said, laughing.
                  I groaned. I couldn't turn him down now.
                  “You little beast, okay, let’s go. If I'm dragging ass, it’s not my fault.”
                  “Sure, sure.”
                  Pop pop pop! Pop pop pop! Michael swung out with his left hand and landed a good one to my jaw, then landed a straight punch that brought me right to my knees. I was completely exhausted and yet I couldn't stop. My Alpha instincts had kicked in from his challenge.  I had a point to prove, and that meant destroying Michael. We fought really hard when we sparred because it didn't matter if we hurt each other. Shifters healed quickly.
                  My corner was going crazy, screaming profanities into the cage. I often spent my non-working hours at the gym. It was the absolute best way to get rid of pent-up aggression and frustration. And I had some serious frustration to get rid of. Michael and I were sparring in the ring just the two of us, basically just beating each other up.
                  From my intense workout earlier, I wasn’t paying enough attention and Michael was able to kick me to the floor.  I cursed in frustration and jumped back up.  When I stood again the fight continued in an endless gray world of kicking and punching. I wasn't sure how Michael’s body was withstanding the damage I was doing to it. Every time he was punched he kept coming. He was a machine, but again I had trained him well. As Alpha, packs had to stay fit and vicious...just in case. My corner was going nuts and I knew that I had to seriously focus or I was going to lose this round, and I didn't like losing. Blood was pouring from both of us and I worried that I wouldn't make it out of the round. Whether it was just play fighting or not I didn't want to lose a fight against my beta, it just wouldn't look good. It didn't matter that I had trained for over an hour beforehand, my reputation would take a hit. No, I wouldn't allow that, I needed to take down Michael at all costs. The more brutal I took him down the better.
    When Michael moved his body to the side he left his torso exposed and I saw my chance to end the fight.  After a serious round of punches to