Varg Pov
I pushed open the door and walked into my room, feeling more satisfied than I had in a long time. The rematch with Matthew had been one of the toughest fights I’d had in years. The guy was my equal in strength and tactics, pushing me to the edge of my limits. But in the end, I managed to knock him off his feet and claim victory.
I flexed my sore muscles as I peeled off the damp jacket soaked in sweat and tossed it into the dirty clothes hamper. The faint, unpleasant scent of sweat and Matthew’s blood lingered around me, a reminder of how brutal the fight had been. I needed a bath, desperately.
As I made my way toward the bathroom, my thoughts drifted back to the fight. Every punch, every dodge, every calculated move. Matthew had been relentless, and for a moment, I’d wondered i
