Chasing Mates (MxM)

Chapter Twenty-three

Shawn's P.O.V

"Don't hold back. Do you think your opponent will hold back? Fight him with everything you've got." I shout to the scouts as I watch them skirmish.

"Don't leave yourself open scout 32, defend yourself dammit! Scout 12 is making you look like an omega." I shout louder over their loud snarls and growls of pain. I watch as their bodies clash with one another, trying to over dominate and lead the fight. Teeth penetrating their opponent's body but not too much as to cause serious harm.

"Geez Shawn, when are you gonna let up?" Roy says as he walks up from behind me. He was heavily sweating from head to toe, probably just finishing a fight of his own.

He wasn't wearing anything except for shorts that were hanging low on his waist, revealing a trickle of hair under his belly button.

Roy is my best friend and the only person I can trust with anything. He is the only person that I allow to talk back to me in any kind of way and not piss me off to the brink of kicking his ass. Probably because he is only drilling the truth into my brain when he does.

Roy has just come back to the pack recently and has taken the rank of a beta warrior. For a beta, Roy was buff, toned, and tall; of course not taller than me. His father is an Alpha so I figured he got stature from him. On top of that, he was incredibly intelligent, being the reason he was able to get into a private all-boys chasity school. This aspect about his was a waste though because ever since he turned 16, all he cared about was either partying, getting into trouble, or drinking his youth away. 

Although, he did make the best right-hand man because above all Roy was loyal, and I heavily trusted him for that.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you inside training them while they're out of their wolf form?" I asked straightforwardly to Roy while he drifted his attention to the scouts brawling in the open.

"Dude, we've been training for five hours, switching on and off between the boxing ring and the platform..."

"Which isn't enough!" I said interrupting him, my voice laced with irritation. Roy looks at me with mixed emotions. He then whistles loudly while sticking his arm out to the men still brawling. Unfortunately, only one of them was able to catch Roy trying to get their attention. The person oblivious of Roy ends up clawing the side of his opponent's face in one swift movement, which sends him flying off the platform. I immediately felt rage course through me as I watch him squirm in pain.

"You see what happens when you don't properly defend yourself in combat, scout 32! You let yourself get distracted and you left yourself wide open for an attack! Get up and get off my platform! Don't come back until you're completely healed!" I commanded. I watch as he shifts out of his wolf form and runs off in the direction of the pack house. Roy breaks my focus by sighing heavily.

"Look, ever since yesterday you've been pissy and overtraining these scouts. I know this has to do with you not finding your mate at the hall." Roy says in a concerned tone. I kept my face stoic and just let him talk on about how it's normal to not have a mate immediately and that things like this sometimes take time.

"I mean look at me, I still haven't found my mate and I turned 18 five months ago." he exclaims as if what he's saying was to justify why I'm acting the way I am.

Partially, I am burying myself knees deep into training these scouts more than usual. The reason not being because I didn't find my mate on day one, but because I was starting to believe everything Mani was saying about Angel being my mate.

"Our mate." Mani says passionately. I roll my eyes and step up to Roy to make sure no one around us could hear our conversation.

"I'm not worried about finding my mate. I am happy with Ophelia and no one, not even my mate, can come between us." I say harshly, causing Roy to disgustingly tick.