Xander
The punching bag crashed to the floor, its impact resonating through the room. I moved to the next bag, my fists pounding into it with unbridled force. The gym on this floor of the pack house was typically an arena for all pack members, but they had wisely abandoned it the moment they sensed their Alpha’s agitation through the pack’s line. No one should mess with a pissed-off Alpha while training.
The only sound in the room was my forceful exhale, which disrupted the regular rhythm of my breathing. The sound echoed, resonating off the walls with each punch to the bag.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Steven stood before me, wearing a knowing smile. “Good afternoon, Alpha.”
“What’s so lovely about this afternoon?” I muttered, my irritation evident as I punched the bag again.
He chuckled, the
