Mates Between Marriage

01|being a luna ain't easy

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The pain was an understatement to what I was feeling right then when my beta swung his closed fist at my jaw. The crack resounded around the training room as I also whimpered at the aching contact.

Yet, I shook it off like it was no big deal when I was dying inside. He seemed to notice my acting, which was why he had smirked at me and kept on coming closer while I shifted backward. His forest green eyes trailed on my legs, watching every move I made.

I sighed to myself, immediately deciding that I did not like this side of my best friend. So competitive. Droplets of sweat fell from his brown hair, eyebrows pulling closer as his fists squeezed tighter. I walked towards him stealthily, my heart racing more than it should.

His eyes followed me and he sighed, "You know, if you give up now, at least I know you tried," he said trying to sound pitiful but his actions showed anything but. My head shook vigorously like it was going to fall off. There was nothing I loved more than fighting.

The thrill, grunts, pain. I loved it all, especially the moments where your opponents think you've lost the battle. Just like my cute little beta here. Without a second thought, I threw in a punch as a distraction, which he immediately deflected by holding my fist in his.

My right leg followed in a strong kick, which he caught - entering straight into my trap. Now his hands were occupied before he could realize the death move I was going for, I immediately jumped, using my flexibility to wrap my left leg around his neck and twist it painfully, bringing him to the ground.

Crack.

The satisfying sound that had come from me earlier filled the room again. He grunted loudly and I smiled with my face glistening with sweat. I had been practicing that move for a long time now, trying to perfect it.

"Fuck!" His deep voice exclaimed aloud. I shrunk back a little bit knowing that he was going to be very mad at me. Those kinds of moves were only used by The Blue Blood Pack. That was my original pack and my father's. We were trained fighters, with warrior instincts and great determination.

"Are you okay?" I asked genuinely but truthfully, I, myself wasn't okay. I was famished and tired. We had been going at it for almost an hour. "Justin."

"What?" He whined out, still lying on the floor lazily. The little breeze came through the window, blowing us a bit silently and giving me chills as I was just sweating a minute ago.

"Get up, let's go get food," I ordered but he didn't budge and I sighed knowing that I had already been placed on the silent treatment.

"Are you guys finished?" A husky voice asked from behind, sending me shivers. My head turned in a whiplash as I stared at my handsome husband. He had a bottle of water in his hands and I immediately smiled at him for that.

He came closer to me, still staring at Justin confused and I laughed. Collecting the bottle from his hand, I tore off the cap and took gulps of it, feeling so much better as I quenched the parched feeling in my throat.