The Rich Orphan

Chapter 30

Hook. Stab. Punch. Repeat.

The rhythm hitting of the punching bag, soothed my already cluttered mind. The sound of skin hitting leather was like a lullaby to my ears as it echoed around the cold concrete room. My breathing had become erratic, the sweat covered me like the air, however it was one of the most pleasurable feelings.

"How would you feel about taking on a real contestant?" an unfamiliar voice called from the other side of the basement. I looked around to see it was Antony– the visiting Alpha's son.

"Alpha" I nodded. "I don't really want to start a pack fight - by beating up a future Alpha."

Keith chuckled, either he had liked my sense of humour or decided to ignore my rude comment. "I think we will do just fine."

With that I nodded and launched myself at him, using my leg to have full impact on his chest; however he quickly adjusted himself and was able to grasp my leg at the knee and pull me to the floor. I grunted in pain as we both collapsed, Antony rolled out of the impact – landing on his feet. I laid on the floor, feeling every bruise since last month.

Antony's large form loomed over me, as I stared at the ceiling. "I had expected something better. Something more...unusual" He jibed, however there was a tint of disappointment. My patience finally cracked; launching myself so that my hands grasped the back of Antony's head, I pulled him towards the floor, then using the momentum to haul myself up.

"Don't you ever think I am ordinary" I threw a punch at his face. However Antony took me by surprise and swept his leg under my feet, making me fall to the ground. I landed on top of him and we both rolled around the floor, both attempting to gain the upper-hand. Keith again was above me using his arms to pin me down. But, his legs lacked any real control over me; using all my strength I kicked him in the stomach, I heard a satisfying crack and then a gasp of pain. Whilst Keith was distracted it enabled me to roll on top of him and use my legs to pin him down, holding an arm above his face in a fist, "Give up?" I smirked.

"For now" He smiled. "At first I was disappointed, but then you really showed your true self. You are definitely a fighter"

I chuckled, and walked towards the tap, dampening two towels. "I'm glad you were happy with my skills." I handed one to Antony.

"Yes I was. And so will my father."

"Sorry?"

"I was sent here by my father, Eliza" He explained. "You have gained a large reputation as a fighter and I think our pack needs your help. We wanted to see if you would be suitable to help us."

"Help do what?" I asked with gritted teeth. I always hated being in the dark of someone else's plans.

"Help train my pack. We want to employ you."

"I'm not interested". I turned and walked towards the door. I didn't want anything to do with packs or their politics.

"Really?" Antony called. "I have seen you around the pack, you never seem to be part of them, you never seem to show sadness when they mourn or celebrate when another child is born. Are you telling me you are happy to settle for this life? A life as a pack member?"

I paused, looking at the bland grey concrete. "I have other priorities."

"What about Noah and Tiffany. Do you want to be around when their children are growing up, living in the same house as the woman that has married the man you should love?" Antony let out a bitter laugh, "That seems like a pretty pitiful life for a women so full of potential."

I breathed in calmly, Antony didn't make these comments out of spite but more to make me realise what life will be like in the future.

"Let me think about it." I opened the door. "Right now I'm getting ready for a party."