"So… you don't want to come back to fight?" Rodger looked at me with an expectant look.
"Oh piss off. I've already filled my locker. But I don't want to commit to anything long term." He grinned and offered me the chocolate box.
"I know that feeling, but you could be the bell of the ring. Some of the big shots take in a million a fight." I nodded and sipped the smooth liquid in my glass then bit into the chocolate. Hazelnut praline filled my mouth and melted with the bourbon.
"What the fuck am I going to do with all that money?" He rolled his eyes and leant back on the couch. "I have everything I need."
"But nothing you want." He smirked. "To me, it seems you only do what is expected of a good girl. Then when your urges come out you end up here fighting." I thought about his words.
"Fine, I'll fight two possibly three times a month." He grinned and nodded.
"I can work with that no problems." With a happy sigh he ran a hand through his thick brown hair. "You always seem to glow when you get out onto the ring."
"It's true. I do feel more alive when I'm fighting... always have." He rolled his eyes.
"More alive? Good god! Couldn't you just find a good wolf to make you feel alive. I hear that the mate bond is to live and die for." I snorted.
"Like hell, It's nothing more than a ploy to use on the gullible." He rolled his eyes.
"What? I've seen werewolves within the mate bond, and it looks dam good to me." He took on a dreamy look. "One wolf made to complete you, drive you crazy and the sex… wow." I shook my head.
"Then they reject you and move on to the next mate. It isn't as sacred or as special as you think it is." His head snapped up.
"Why the hell would anyone reject their mate? As you said its sacred, your fated lover chosen for you by the moon goddess herself." I shrugged.
"No wolf for starters." The penny dropped and his eyes widened.
"How the fuck could anyone reject you? You're beyond words incredible." I snorted.
"Ask the last three mates that rejected me." His jaw began to drop.
"Shut up, there's no way a werewolf could pass you up let alone three." I took another sip.
"We're not here to talk mate bonds." I looked to the chocolate that he had left suspiciously close to my seat and took another.
"So true, but now I'm feeling like it's time to go hunting. Who are these morons that rejected you?" he frowned. "And when?" I shrugged and gave him a dark glare that made his eyes darken with lust.
"What do you think brought me here that first night?" He frowned.
"You found a mate at 16?" His eyes narrowed. "What kind of werewolf bloodline did your mother have?" I shrugged.
"Never asked." He nodded and finished his drink as he reclined on the couch.
"Fuck… I'd definitely take you if you were my mate… I'd take you now but you never let me touch you." I rolled my eyes and nodded. Ever since I first set foot in the open ring Rodger had scooped me up as one of his fighters, and since then has been trying to get into my pants after I had turned eighteen. Although he never pushed his boundary's or forced himself on me or even touched me, he always let me know that he was available. Apart from the occasional peeking at me in the shower or locker room he had always behaved like a gentleman.
I looked to the door and my winnings. My mind wondered as the feeling of the empty apartment and being alone hit me like a wave. Back at the apartment I would be alone.
"Fuck it…" I muttered and stood up. Rodger was about to move when he realized, I wasn't heading to the door but instead I walked closer towards him and sat onto the couch straddling him and slamming his back, back down onto the couch.