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"Ryder!"

He looked up, ignoring Jay's repeated taps on his lap. Grunts filled the air as both men struggled against each other. Ryder had the poor guy in an arm triangle submission, and it's been almost a minute. With a grunt, he finally let Jay go, pushing him away. He collapsed on the floor, while Ryder got out of the boxing ring, taking off his pad.

"What's up?" Ryder asked between pants. Beads of sweat ran profusely down his bare chest, sliding down his shorts. His hair was ruffled, and there was a funny feeling in his toes, safely tucked inside low-top Nike boots. He flexed his legs, trying to release the tense feeling.

An Omega came over, handing him a bottle of water and gently wiping the sweat with a towel.

"This just came in." Fred waved the envelope in the air. "It's from the OIA."

"Let me see that." Ryder snatched it from him, ripping it open. It was a few seconds and he was trembling in mad rage. The nerves in his temples were throbbing nonstop.

"They won't help, wil