CHAPTER 4 – FIGHTING FOR LOVE

Sloane P.O.V.

I jump on his back like a ninja monkey and squeeze my arms around his neck into a chocking hold.

Let’s see if you keep ignoring me now!

Whistles and shouts rage around the field, spurring us to fight.

Nathan tries to grab one of my legs, but I see it coming, and flip over his head, landing in front of him. He straightens up, his arms crossed over his chest, probably thinking that the fight is over, but he’s very wrong.

I aim a kick to his face, and he blocks, grasping my calf with his big hand, but I don’t give him time to get the upper hand, I jump up, making him lose his hold on my leg, and swinging, I grip his head and left arm between my legs, the force of my jump sending him tumbling on his back to the floor. I land on top of him, my legs tighten around his neck and arm, blocking him into a submission grappling hold; my pussy is practically in his face, but I don’t care, this thought, added to the adrenaline of the fight, excites me even more.

We stay in that position for a few moments, the bustle around us becoming even louder, until Nathan does something I wasn’t expecting, he slowly gets into a sitting position, with me still anchored to his neck, and then stands up completely. Damn it! This is what happens when a light weight goes against a wardrobe of a man.

I free him from my hold, landing with my hands on the floor, ready to straighten myself up and continue my attack, but before my feet reach the floor, he grabs me by my waist with one strong arm, holding me upside down, like a weightless doll.

I try to kick him with my feet, but he blocks, then he flips me over, so that I land bridal style in his arms, he doesn’t do anything else, just keeps me there in his arms. I look up surprised, wanting to know what he’s going to do next, and I am met with the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, tender and attractive, even his eyes are smiling, making his entire face light up.

“Are you done, little devil?” he asks mockingly, while putting me down.

No, I want to stay cuddled in his arms a little longer!

“No, I haven’t won yet.” I state boldly, and then whisper softly, only for his ears, “I’ll be done when you’re mine.”

He frowns and says coldly, “Unfortunately, I have stuff to do, I don’t have time to play.”

Then he turns away, leaving me there completely dejected and feeling like a fool. I can’t understand this man, isn’t he affected by the mate bond as I am? He was smiling so sweetly at me just moments ago, and now he’s frozen back into an iceberg. I need to find a chance to talk to him alone, without an audience, I need to know what’s on his mind.

And if he doesn’t want me, if he does reject me, would I be able to handle it? I don’t even want to think about this outcome; I’ll make him accept me, even if it will take time, I am not a patient person, but for him, I can wait.

Daniel comes closer with a puzzled look on his face.

“What the hell was that, Alpha?”

I think I need to tell Daniel; I can’t keep this secret inside any longer, and maybe he can offer some advice and some help. So, I switch to mind-link and drop the bomb.

S: I have found my mate, and that was him. Although, he doesn’t seem interested in me at all.

D: So, you went and tried to beat the shit out of him out of anger? Or was that an attempt to strangle him into loving you?

He asks sarcastically through the link.

I give him a pointed look and explain the obvious.

S: I was just trying to get a reaction from him, that guy just keeps ignoring me!

D: And did you get what you wanted? He sounds perplexed.

S: I did, I got the sweetest smile ever.

I reply dreamily, still dazed by his gorgeous smile.

And I got to be held in his arms.

D: Alpha, don’t get it wrong, but you are weird and delusional. The guy was completely pissed and practically scolded you for wasting his time. He even ran for the hills to get away from you, when his peers are all still here training. Your rose-tinted glasses are making you see things that are not there.

How can he be so cruel? I am not imagining things!

I look around and see that the other warriors are all still training, so he is kind of right when he said that Goldilocks just popped out an excuse to run away from me. What kind of stuff does he have to do that is more important than spending time with his mate?

I heave a sigh, feeling defeated.

“Come on, Alpha, you did enough today. Why don’t we go back and drink ourselves silly? You’ll feel better afterwards,” Daniel suggests out loud.

I nod my head, ready to leave, when a thought comes to my mind.

I ask Daniel to wait a second and run to one of the couples who is taking a break from fighting. When I get in front of them, they both check me out discreetly, lowering their gazes to the floor when I clear my throat. It’s good to know I haven’t lost my charm, even if I’d rather have someone else in particular check me out like they are doing. Damn Goldilocks’ indifference is affecting my self-esteem.

“Can we be of help, Alpha Moore?” one of the two men asks, still keeping his head lowered.

“What’s the name of the warrior I just fought with?” I ask with a polite but detached expression, hoping not to give too much away.

“He’s name is Nathan Anderson.”

Nathan, I like it, it suits him.

“Thank you for your help. Feel free to continue with your training.” I say to the warriors and then leave the field with Daniel.

Axel is still nowhere to be seen, so I decide to send him a text letting him know that we are going back, and that I will send him the details about the boot camp organization soon.

While I climb on the backseat of the car, I think that today has not been all bad, I got to meet him, to feel him close, and now I even know his name! Nathan Anderson. It sounds better than Goldilocks.

Next time I might even be able to steal a kiss from him!

Why my thoughts make me feel like a creepy stalker? Well, it is all his fault, he pushed me to these lengths! If I had my way with him, we would already be married, and I would be expecting his babies.

While our car exits the pack’s main gate, I feel someone watching me, I turn around and see it’s Nathan, his arms are crossed over his chest with impassive expression on his face.

I turn around in my seat and stare at him too, but unlike him, I’m smiling.

He just frowns and leaves.

I was hoping he would smile back, but I am happy enough that he has come to see me off. Maybe he is not as unaffected as I thought. My grumpy mate.