The Pact Of Five

CHAPTER 4: THE TRAINING**

I wake up to *pain*.

My body is *sore*—every *inch* of me *aching* from last night. My lips are *swollen* from Knox’s *kisses*. My throat is *bruised* from his *grip*. My *p***y* is *throbbing* from… *f**k* knows what.

*f**k* them.

*f**k* all of them.

I sit up, the silk sheets *pooling* around me, the scent of *them*—cedar, smoke, leather, rain, *lust*—clinging to my skin. I *hate* it. I *love* it. I *want* more.

*Fuck.*

The door *creaks* open.

Zane.

His gray eyes are *cold*, his posture *rigid*, his voice a dark command. *"Get up, omega. We’ve got *work* to do."*

I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"f**k off."*

His gray eyes *flash*, his voice a dark command. *"Now."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"Make me."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a growl. *"Oh, I *will*."*

And then he *crosses* the room in *three* strides, his hand *snapping* out, his fingers wrapping around my arm, his grip *tight*, *possessive*. He *yanks* me to my feet, his gray eyes *burning* into mine. *"You’re *mine* to train, omega. And I *don’t* take *no* for an answer."*

I *jerk* my arm away, my voice a snarl. *"I’m not *yours*, asshole."*

His gray eyes *flash*, his voice a dark command. *"You *are* now."*

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He *drags* me out of the room, down the *hall*, through the *mansion*. The scent of *coffee* and *bacon* fills the air, but all I can focus on is *him*—his *grip*, his *scent*, his *f*****g* presence.

We step outside, the morning air *cool* against my skin, the sun *bright* in my eyes. A *training ring*—dirt, ropes, *bloodstains*—sits in the middle of the yard.

Zane *shoves* me toward it, his gray eyes *cold*, his voice a dark command. *"In the ring, omega. *Now*."*

I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"Why?"*

His gray eyes *flash*, his voice a dark command. *"Because you’re *weak*."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"I’m not *weak*."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a growl. *"Prove it."*

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I step into the ring, my claws *extending*, my voice a snarl. *"Fine. Let’s *f*****g* do this."*

Zane *follows*, his gray eyes *cold*, his posture *rigid*. *"No shifting. No *claws*. Just *you* and *me*."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"You’re *scared*?"*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a growl. *"I don’t *fear* anything, omega. But I *do* like a *fair* fight."*

I *laugh*, a dark, *bitter* sound. *"There’s *nothing* fair about this."*

His gray eyes *flash*, his voice a dark command. *"Then *win*."*

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He *lunges*.

I *dodge*, but not *fast* enough. His hand *snaps* out, his fingers wrapping around my throat, his grip *tight*, *possessive*. He *slams* me against the ropes, his gray eyes *black* with lust. *"You’re *slow*, omega."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"f**k you."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a growl. *"Oh, we *will*… after I *break* you."*

I *knee* him in the gut, my voice a snarl. *"Try it, asshole."*

He *grunts*, but *doesn’t let go*. His other hand *slides* up my thigh, his fingers *digging* into my skin, his touch *burning*. *"Cute. But not *enough*."*

I *bite* his lip.

*Hard.*

His gray eyes *widen*, his voice a *grunt*. *"f**k—"*

Blood *fills* my mouth, copper and *sweet*. His grip *loosens*, just for a second, and I *take* it.

I *shove* him back, my voice a snarl. *"Pathetic."*

He *stumbles*, but *recovers*, his gray eyes *black* with rage. And *lust*. His lip is *bleeding*, but his smirk is *wicked*. *"Oh, little omega…"* His voice is a dark promise, his gray eyes *burning* into mine. *"…you’re gonna *pay* for that."*

And then he *comes* at me *again*—*faster* this time, *harder*.

I *dodge*, but he *grabs* my wrist, his grip *tight*, his gray eyes *cold*. He *twists*, and I *scream* as my knees *hit* the dirt.

*Fuck.*

He *pins* me, his body *pressing* against mine, his gray eyes *black* with lust. *"Yield, omega."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"f**k you."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a growl. *"Oh, we *will*…"* His hand *slides* up my thigh, his fingers *digging* into my skin, his touch *burning*. *"…after I *break* you."*

I *spit* in his face, my voice a snarl. *"Try it, asshole."*

His gray eyes *flash*, his voice a dark command. *"I *will*."*

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We *fight*.

*Hard*. *Brutal*. *No mercy*.

He *pins* me. I *bite* him.

He *throws* me. I *kick* him.

He *grabs* me. I *scream*.

And *f**k*—I *love* it.

His hands are *everywhere*—my throat, my waist, my *thighs*. His mouth is *on* mine, his tongue *forcing* its way past my lips, his teeth *nipping* at my bottom lip.

I *hate* it.

I *love* it.

I *want* it.

*Fuck.*

His gray eyes *burn* into mine, his voice a dark promise. *"You’re *getting* better, omega. But you’re still *weak*."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"f**k you."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a growl. *"Oh, we *will*…"* His hand *tightens* around my throat, his grip *possessive*, his gray eyes *black* with lust. *"…after I *train* you."*

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The others *watch* from the sidelines, their dark eyes *burning*, their voices a low, hungry *growl*.

Knox’s dark eyes are *black*, his voice a growl. *"She’s *learning*."*

Jax’s gray eyes are *wild*, his smirk *wicked*. *"She’s *f*****g* hot when she’s *angry*."*

Micah’s brown eyes *gleam*, his voice a whisper. *"And *wet*."*

Cole’s green eyes are *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"And *ours*."*

Zane *pulls* back, his gray eyes *cold*, his lip *still bleeding*. *"Enough for today, omega. But we’re *not* done."*

I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"Good. Because I’m *not* done with *you*."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a growl. *"Oh, little omega…"* His hand *slides* around my waist, his grip *tight*, *possessive*. *"…you’re *never* done with *me*."*

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He *helps* me up, his gray eyes *burning* into mine, his voice a dark command. *"Shower. *Now*."*

I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"f**k you."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a growl. *"After. *Maybe*."*

I *laugh*, a dark, *bitter* sound. *"In your *dreams*, asshole."*

His gray eyes *flash*, his voice a dark promise. *"Oh, little omega…"* His hand *tightens* around my waist, his grip *possessive*, his gray eyes *black* with lust. *"…you’re *living* in them."*

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The bathroom is *luxurious*—black marble, gold fixtures, a *shower* big enough for *all* of them.

I *strip* off the ruined dress, my body *aching*, my skin *bruised*. The water is *hot*, *scorching*, as I step under the spray.

And then the door *opens*.

Zane.

His gray eyes are *cold*, his posture *rigid*, his voice a dark command. *"Need *help* washing, omega?"*

I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"Get the *f**k* out."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a growl. *"Make me."*

And then he *steps* into the shower, his clothes *soaked* in seconds, his gray eyes *black* with lust.

*Fuck.*

His hands *find* my waist, his grip *tight*, *possessive*. *"You’re *filthy*, omega. Let me *clean* you up."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"I said *f**k off*."*

His smirk widens, his voice a dark promise. *"And I said *make me*."*

And then his mouth is on mine, his tongue *forcing* its way past my lips, his teeth *nipping* at my bottom lip.

I *hate* it.

I *love* it.

I *want* it.

*Fuck.*

**END OF CHAPTER 4**