The Alpha's Tough Girl // SAMPLE

Chapter 5

LISA POV

After Scott dropped me off at the house, I changed quickly. I couldn't wait to let my pent-up anger out. Who does that Alpha think he is. He acted like I wasn't capable and then followed my every movement.

I grabbed my phone and keys and headed out the door. I jumped into our old Honda Civic and headed to Max's gym. I was so ready to exhaust my body and mind. Being physical was something that comes naturally to me. As kids Scott and I were competitive. But as we aged, Scott's drive for the competitions vanished.

As he changed, I stayed the same. I never stepped out of my comfort zones. I was a little jealous of Scott and his successful advances. Jealous but also incredibly proud. Unfortunately, right now, he blames himself for our money problems. He thinks because he chose a bad year to take a loan out, it is somehow wholly his fault. He is shrinking into his office, and I don't know how to pull him out. The business is essential to both of us, but I can't lose my brother to it.

I pull into the crowded parking lot. Max has had a massive increase in gym memberships, and it brings a smile to my heart. He was Dad's best friend and took his loss just as hard as we did.

I go to my locker and put my stuff inside while letting my eyes take in the faces—mostly men tonight. I wonder how many are wolves. Maybe I can test my wrestling against a male wolf tonight. The past three days, I have been working on my standing game but tonight is a perfect night for wrestling. Men are harder to submit than girls. And currently, the gym is filled with potential training.

I holler, "Hey." at Max, who looks busy in his office, and head to my usual ring. Two bulky guys are currently using it. I test to see if they are wolves.

"Looking sloppy fellas," I say. I am met with a set of growls immediately. Yup, they are definitely wolves.

"Either one of you good at wrestling," I ask, checking my nails. The thinner of the two chuckles.

"Looking for a lesson, sweetheart," the thinner one chuckles.

"Yes I am. But I will let you finish your slap contest," I say with a smirk. Both men growl again. All humor has left my challenger's eyes. Just what I like to see.

I stripped myself of my oversized hoodie and shirt, leaving only my sports bra and spandex shorts. I enjoy displaying my muscles after setting up a match. I like the look of shock on my opponent's faces. And tonight is the same. The wolve's eyes take my body in quickly. Their eyes each hold shock and then lust—a normal look in wolf men's eyes. I roll mine.

I climb into the ring and instantly feel relaxed. The stress of feeling inadequate due to my sex leaves me. I will prove every male that doubts me wrong.

My challenger is quick and fluid in his movements. We both fight for dominance. Every time I gain control of his back, he is able to reverse our position. He gains side control, and I smirk. He thinks he can overpower me. I wiggle a bit, using his overly lustful nature against him. I press my boobs against his arm. His eyes turn darker, and he smirks.

Perfect

A loud and extremely pissed-off GROWL fills the gym.

My challenger scurries to his feet like a mouse. I look towards the door and see Mr. Wolf Man standing there shaking. The whole gym is deathly silent. Making the hairs on my neck stand up. Max comes out of his office with his arms crossed over his chest.

Mr. Wolf Man stalks towards the ring and jumps over the ropes. He clears them with ease. He is in front of the shaking challenger in an instant. His fists are clenched, and he looks like he is ready to kill.