CHAPTER 22

ALYSSA

Alyssa was exhausted and couldn't keep going so they had to end the game. If she pushed her body to go harder than this, then she wouldn't be able to use it in a week.

And bedrest was something she could never get at Alpha Larole's abode. She and Axel had pushed themselves to their limits. It was a relentless battle but she had conquered.

They sat on the chairs nearest to them, panting and trying to suck in oxygen. It seemed as though they had been deprived of it for ages. Alyssa closed her eyes and leaned against the chair while her sweat drenched clothing clung to her body like second skin. Axel's eyes were fixed on her, never blinking.

Who was this woman? How could her small frame work so well? She looked fragile on the outside but at battle she wasn't shaken.

“I'm sorry about your stomach,” Axel almost whispered. “Does it still hurt?”

Alyssa nodded, “It's alright. I had fun.”

“People who say fighting is fun are psychopaths,” Brooklyn chipped in.

“You know you'll be doing ev