Alphas Ruby

Meeting Ruby

Jackson rose before dawn, the early morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over his room. He stretched his arms above his head, feeling the satisfying pull in his muscles. Today's the day, he thought, determination surging through him. He was eager to look his best for Ruby, and that meant a workout to kickstart his day.

After slipping into his workout gear—a fitted black tank that clung to his broad shoulders and accentuated his toned physique—he made his way to the pack house. The gym was well-equipped, with a range of weights, cardio machines, and open space for any exercise routine he could devise. As he entered, the familiar scent of sweat and metal filled his nostrils, igniting a fire within him.

Jackson approached the weight bench, eyeing the barbell as he set up for his workout. He loaded on plates, feeling the weight settle on his chest as he readied himself for the first lift. Just a few more, he murmured to himself, determination sharpening his focus. He lay back on the bench, gripping the bar tightly and pushing it up, feeling the strain in his muscles with every repetition. His body moved rhythmically, sweat glistening on his skin, each lift a testament to his commitment.

After finishing his sets, he transitioned to the treadmill, cranking up the speed and blasting his favorite playlist through his earbuds. The bass pulsed through him, motivating him to push harder as he ran. He lost himself in the music, each beat fueling his drive, the adrenaline coursing through him as he sprinted, feeling like he could run for miles. The treadmill's digital display flashed as he increased the incline, challenging himself further, his heart racing in time with the rhythm.

Finally, after pushing himself to the limit, he slowed down for a cooldown walk. Sweat dripped down his back, and he took a moment to relish the feeling of accomplishment, the energy surging through him. You've got this, he whispered, determination still fueling his spirit as he exited the treadmill.

Once back at his place, he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over him. He gazed into the mirror, droplets of water clinging to his chiseled features. With his hair slicked back, he couldn't help but admire the way his muscles glistened, defined and powerful. He ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back as he told himself, You've got this.

As he lathered up, his wolf chimed in, voice low and primal. You're doing this for her. Make sure she notices.

Jackson rolled his eyes, exhaling heavily. Shut up. I don't need your input right now. He continued washing his muscular frame, his fingers grazing over the defined lines of his arms and abs, the water glistening off his skin.

Feeling invigorated, he stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly. Dressed in jeans that fit just right and a fitted shirt, he made his way down the stairs, the anticipation bubbling within him. In the kitchen, he grabbed his shaker bottle and whipped up a protein shake, the blender whirring to life as he mixed the ingredients together.

With the shake in hand, he headed toward the pack house to meet Aiden. "Ready to go?" Jackson asked, the excitement threading through his voice.

Aiden, already waiting by the door, nodded. "Are you? That's the real question."

Jackson took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. "Ready as I can ever be."

They stepped outside into the crisp morning air, their breaths visible as they chatted on the way to Jackson's black pickup truck.

"You know, you've got that 'about-to-meet-a-girl' glow," Aiden teased, smirking as he slid into the passenger seat.

"Shut up. I'm just ready to help out a neighbor." Jackson rolled his eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed his nerves.