Page 26 of My Bad Boy Alpha

My lips curled into a frown.“Stone was more shaken up about killing his own packmate than I was about seeing Derrit.I used to work at a restaurant, and Derrit would come in throughout the week.”My stomach turned.“He always gave me the creeps too.”

More than the creeps, but I didn’t want to admit that to Maxine and Sina yet.

“All right,” Carve said, walking over to us while flipping a knife.“Ready?”

“Ready for what?”I asked, peering at Stone, who leaned against a tree.

“To train,” Stone said.

Eyes widening, I snapped my gaze between the two war buddies.“Here?Now?”

“Yes,” Stone said.“I already told you that you’d be training.”

“Don’t worry,” Maxine said with a smile, backing up.“You’ll have fun.”

A knife whizzed by me, barely grazing my ear.I screamed and ducked, holding my arms over my head to protect myself and squeezing my eyes closed.I would much prefer to fight as a wolf than have knives thrown at me!

“Fun?!”I exclaimed, dodging another knife that nicked my finger.

“Catch it,” Stone ordered, heading toward me.

I picked the blade up from the dirt and gripped it in my non-wounded hand.

“Apologies that I’m not a psychopath like you!”I snarled at him, licking the blood off my finger.It might’ve been just a graze, but I didn’t heal as quickly as Stone’s ass did.My wounds sometimes took hours to heal.

Stone grabbed my finger and drew his tongue across my wound, his dark gaze never leaving mine once.When he pulled my finger from his mouth, he smirked, that dark hunger in his eyes, like the first night we had met.

“There,” he hummed as if it wasn’t anything.

When I peered down at my finger, my eyes widened.The wound was completely closed.

“Do you have magic too?”I asked, brow furrowing.“Like your brother?”

“No, I heal quickly because?—”

Carve nearly snorted.“Because he made a pact with a devil.”

“Carve,” Stone growled.

“A deal with a devil?”I repeated.Looking at Maxine, I asked, “Someone like your mate?”

“No,” Stone answered.“Xorgor is an incubus.The devil that I made a pact with was a demon, skilled in fire.He’s long dead now, but some of his abilities still run through my veins.They come in handy.”

My eyes widened slightly, and I tried to remember why Derrit had told me that he had magic.If they both came from a family of warlocks, then Stone should have magic too—or at leastsomemagic—right?

“And your brother?”I asked.“How’d he get his?”

Carve and Stone glanced at each other, and then Carve cleared his throat.Another blade whizzed through the air.

“Stone?!”I leaped back and stared at Stone in horror.“You’re really going to let him do this to me?”

“Time to train, babe,” he purred.

So, for the next three hours—yes, three!—I ran away from Carve’s knives, Maxine’s demon attacks, and Sina’s … well, I wasn’t quite surewhatkind of species she was or what her attacks were, but she was so strong.

And then I ended up attempting to fight my mate once they all left.

“Get up,” Stone ordered, his hips pinning mine to the ground.

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