Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books under 200 pages .TXT) 📗

shoved him off. “Like you? Give me a break. You wouldn't fare any better than Kyle or Ray in the ring. My den still open?”

“Never doubted your skills, Jill. Just not sure this one's worth risking so much for. Seems like a real pussy to me.” Gabriel replied, poking fun.

Damien growled. Who was this guy? He'd just insulted him personally on multiple levels.

“Fang off, Gabriel. He's had a rough night. Now is my den still available or not?” Jill's apparent lack of patience made Gabriel raise his hands in surrender.

“It's still up there. I keep my promises. You keep your standing, you have a room. So far, with how you've been fighting, I don't see that going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Good. Now if you don't mind, I have to get this poor thing off of his injured leg. Kyle’s orders.” Jill grabbed Damien's hand and pulled him into the gym. His eyes met the ferocity of Gabriel's as he went passed him.

When he stepped through the doors there was a huge variety of workout equipment in the main room where some of the most ripped guys Damien had ever seen pounded the punching bags, sprinted on the treadmills and lifted weights.

Each one stopped to watch as Jill pulled him through the gym. Some with a look of disgust on their faces, others almost laughing at him.

Even the women seemed inhumanly strong in build. Most of them were attached to their choice of man. Neither one hesitating to hug, kiss and touch openly in the same manner Gabriel had Jill when she walked up to him.

Further through the halls, there was another large room containing a fight cage where two guys were going at each other in ways so violent it could get them sanctioned.

Wait, were those claws and... fangs?! Damien shook his head, blocking out the thought. There’s no way.

“Jillian.” The voice came from a man Damien recognized as Alexander Kain, the bartender from the bowling alley. He was shirtless and covered in sweat like he'd just gotten done with his own round of fighting.

“Kain. Just get finished wiping the floor with Scott's tail again?” Jillian asked, half chuckling as she spoke.

“As are most of my nights when I decide to come, to my greatest dismay. He's hell-bent on taking my place as alpha. Says I can't cut it anymore.” Kain laughed, taking a drink of water from his water bottle. The gesture mocking his opponent’s blatant accusations.

Alpha? Damien had so many questions he didn't know where he would even start. He'd known Alex for a while, sometimes exchanging words with him when he waited his turn to bowl.

To see him outside of work like this was confusing. It seemed like he knew Jill on a more personal level.

Kain briefly turned his attention to Damien. “Good to see you outside of work, Damien. Must say that was one sun's hell of a game you bowled the other night. You have some skill. Perhaps consider joining a league?” He turned his attention back to Jill after taking in Damien’s current state. “I'm taking it those injuries are from a vampire attack? If so, he's lucky he got out alive. I hope you have a plan, Jillian. Have you considered turning him?”

Jill let go of Damien's wrist, getting in close to Kain's face. “That is never an option, Kain. Not as long as I can help it. You know damn well we live a cursed life. The vampires are growing in number while ours are falling faster than we can make pups.”

“It was just a suggestion. I will honor your request, old friend. However, he might be safer if you did.” Kain replied, hugging her. “I apologize if I angered you, Jillian. I just don't want to see you hurt. It ripped my heart apart to see my childhood friend hurting as badly as you were back then.”

Jill returned his hug, reassuring him that she understood. Their touch was sensual in nature as well. From what Damien observed so far, to almost everyone in the gym, this public display of affection seemed as though it were normal.

“Damien, what's wrong?” Jill asked, her head tilted in curiosity.

He hadn't noticed how flustered he’d gotten. He turned his attention away, making both Jill and Kain chuckle.

“Better take him to your den, Jillian. I think he's a bit overwhelmed.” Kain walked off, ignoring the jeers Scott was giving him from the opening of the men's locker room.

Jill led Damien up a flight of stairs into a long hallway toward a room with a golden plate mounted on the door labeled with her name and the title of “Cage Champion.”

She hadn't even closed the door all the way before Damien backed himself against the wall as far away from her as he could.

His heart pounded in his chest. His eyes widened with a mix of terror and disbelief.

Sighing, Jill proceeded strip down to her panties and bra like Damien wasn’t in the room.Her body was beautiful. It was perfectly toned and built like any one of the women he'd seen downstairs.

Damien felt his good knee get weak as Jill pulled out a pair of black shorts with pink stripes down the side and a black spaghetti strap shirt.

Her long dark hair, she pulled up into a ponytail, stretching her arms above her head. However, it was the array of different scars on Jill's shoulders, back and hips that grabbed Damien's immediate attention. They served as the proof of what she'd said about her fighting was true.

There were some he swore she couldn’t have gotten from cage fighting. They looked more angry. Almost like whatever inflicted them intentionally tried to pull huge pieces of flesh off of her body.

Turning her attention to Damien, she sat down on the couch, crossing her gorgeous long legs. “I can imagine your mind