Page 79 of Her Knotty Alphas

"I…uh…it's a long story. Noah's fighting!"

"Oh! So is Brennan. Can we sit behind you?"

"Sure!" I turn my attention back to the ring, where Brennan has his opponent in a headlock. The match is over in an instant, and I'm cheering for him.

"I don't know how I feel about you cheering on another alpha,reinita," Enzo murmurs in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Ever since we finally…er…sealed the deal in his office yesterday, he's been extra protective and a little growly.

I kind of love it.

A thrill runs through me at the memory of putting all my trust in him, letting him be in complete control while he called me his good girl.

I suppress a shiver at the thought, and before I can open my mouth to answer, the announcer is speaking over the loudspeakers again. "And now, ladies and gentleman, for a special treat, we have a close friend of the owner coming out to fight, David Frell, and his tag-team partner, Hanson Perks!" The two guys that come out of the locker room and climb into the ring arehuge. Like, bigger than Titus. This is…this isn't going to be a fight. It's going to be a massacre.

Suddenly, recognition flickers in my mind, and I think back to what the announcer just said. Frell. That's…that's Cat's pack name. Did he say tag team? That's not…that wasn't the deal.

My eyes search frantically for Cat, and I find her, standing on the other side of the ring. Before my alphas can stop me, I'm climbing out of the bleachers, heading right towards Cat's smug face.

"What the fuck, Cat?" I snarl, stalking up to her.

"What?" She asks innocently, and then I feel Enzo, Austin and Charlie at my back. Cat's eyes flash for a second when she spots Charlie, but then she's back to sneering at me. "I'm sure I told you it was a tag-team match. I mean, this gym is famous for doing tag-teams for their headliners."

I grit my teeth, "You absolutely did not—"

"And going against David Frell, is a newcomer to the gym, though I'm told he's no stranger to fighting. Coming up to the ring is Noah Jameson!" The announcer's voice rings out as Noah approaches the ring, looking to me in panic. His hair is up and he took his facial piercings out, somehow he looks younger.

"Take out the second guy," I snarl, "two-on-one isn't a fair fight."

"It's not my fault you didn't listen to the details," Cat shrugs, and Charlie growls behind me. "He can fight two guys or you can forfeit, it's up to you."

"That's bullshit, Cat, and you know it." Noah will get pulverized. He can't stand against two people at the same time. There's not a chance. He has to pull out of the fight. I can't let him get hurt.

"Well, folks, this is interesting," the announcer calls out, "it looks like Noah does not have a partner registered for the fight. Is he planning on taking on everyone himself?" The crowd goes silent, everyone waiting to see what's going to happen. It's fucking unnerving.

Noah is climbing into the ring, looking across the way to where the two other alphas are standing.

"Don't do it, Noah!" I cry out, going to the barrier of the ring. "Forfeit! It's not worth it!"

Cat snorts behind me. "See? This is why you're a failure, Hannah. You won't even let your alpha take a beating for a potential five million dollars. You always let your feelings get in the way."

Noah shakes his head at me, a small smile on his face. I can tell he's worried, but he won't let me see it. He wants so badly to fix this for me. Even if he gets himself put in the hospital in the process.

"Don't do this by yourself, please!" I'm ready to climb in the ring after him, but then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up, stunned to see Enzo, shirtless and now wearing some gym shorts. Where…when did he have time to change?

"He's not." Enzo says roughly, gently moving me out of the way, into Austin's arms and climbing into the ring.

"How did he…?" I trail off, looking at Enzo as he approaches an equally concerned and relieved looking Noah, bumping theirknuckles together. Cat looks about ready to burst in anger before she stomps off.

"He rushed to the locker room as soon as they announced two fighters for Noah," Austin says quietly. "Must have borrowed some spare clothes. Come on, darlin'. Let's go sit."

I let Austin and Charlie lead me back to the stands, where Wren was saving our seats. "They'll be okay," she tells me, giving me a gentle smile.

I can only hope she's right.

She isnotright.

They arenotokay.

I mean, the other guys aren't okay either, but my omega is going crazy, wondering why the hell our mates are in danger and why we can't do anything about it.

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