Morgan
Zander and I spent the rest of the day training with the warriors. We all needed to be in top form for the Grudge Match. There were different matches and all would require different skills. Helen was nearby, we weren't letting her out of our sight. Another training group of women, mostly Omegas, were having an exercise class. She was wearing a tank top and leggings. A sheen of sweat covered her face and arms, her cleavage, of which a little too much was showing if you ask me. I mean I loved it, but that meant others would too. I looked around at the men. Some of them were distracted by the women, so I called them out on it. We needed to get back to work. I glanced over again, realizing I was a hypocrite. I was distracted by her bouncing breasts, the inverted V that parted her thigh
