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Things were getting uncomfortable as we
all stood there. I rocked back and forth on my heels chewing down
on my bottom lip in nervousness. I wasn’t sure if I should invite
Troy in or if it would cause World War III? Finally, I decided that
since he drove all this way I wasn't going leave a good friend
hanging.
"Want to come in?" I asked Troy and his friend.
A huge grin spread across Troy's lips as he smirked cockily at
Tristan with an
'in yo face'
type aura. "We'd love to."
"Over our dead bodies." Tristan and Luke raged at the same exact
time. Oh lord here the freak we go again!
"I think it's time the two of you get going, didn't you say you
were only staying for a few minutes?" I queried with a look that
said
'it's bout time you two
left'
.
Tristan and Luke stared at me like I had three damn heads! "Oh no
you don't. If he gets to stay then so do we." Tristan
answered.
Throwing my hands up in the air I grabbed a hold of the back of
Anya's shirt and we trudged our way back into the living room.
"What're we supposed to do now?" She hissed quietly next to me. I
knew exactly what she meant. What are we supposed to do with these
four guys that seemed to have it out for each other.
Throwing myself down on the sofa, Tristan came over and practically
lifted me up putting me down on his lap. Big oaf! Luke sat next to
us pulling Anya down on his lap as Troy and his friend sat on the
love seat across from us.
Twiddling my thumbs, I nodded my head up and down, up and down.
What're we going to do all night, sit here and stare at each
other…so much for our love movie marathon night. I groaned
internally as I glanced down at my melted pool of mud situated in
my pint on the coffee table.

I should have just accepted the fact that this
night would be the night of all things to go wrong! Using the
remote I turned off the TV, since I wasn't in the mood anymore.
"Time to rinse off our faces." Anya ordered grabbing a hold of my
hand and pulling me to my feet. She all but dragged me towards the
steps so we could go upstairs to my bathroom. I just hope when we
come back down, that the four of them don't end up killing one
another in my house. How would I explain that to my parents?

Chapter 21: Challenge
Tristan's POV
Sitting on Lise's sofa next to Luke, I know for a fact that we’re
both fuming mad. I'm sure if were possible, steam would be coming
out both of our ears. That's how pissed off we are. Out of all the
people in the entire world, our mates have to be friends, best
friends...with our sworn enemy? What type of crap luck is
that?
Who the hell is he trying to fool? I know who the 'real' Troy is
and I was going try my damn hardest to keep his ass away from our
mates. Luke and Troy's Beta Andre have just about as much hate for
each other as Troy and I do. What can I say? Guess we have a
competitive streak in all of us.
The only damn reason why they won the championship game was because
they were losing and figured the only way they would win was to
play dirty. All the guys on their teams began bumping or tripping
our players roughly. Any spectator would have thought we were
playing a game of hockey with all of the violence.
They managed to injure three of our guys, one ending up with a
broken arm. So, yea I guess you can see why I hate him so bad. As
the captain of a team you lead by example, something which he
obviously wasn't used to doing. Nor was he stopping his teammates
from doing what they thought was ok.
So no, I have no respect for the guy sitting across from me, none
what-so-ever. When I smelled him back at the lounge I turned around
ready give him a dirty look, instead I found our mates embracing
him lovingly. Luke and I completely forgot about the girl's sodas,
instead we wanted to tear him to shreds for stepping within
spitting distance of Lise and Anya.
All I recall is losing my temper after the jerk off had the nerve
to shove me. When we were through fighting I turned around to grab
Lise's hand and suggest we go somewhere else, but they were gone. I
can't even explain the panic and turmoil my wolf went through at
the loss of his mate. All that kept plaguing my mind was 'what if
she's hurt'?
Luke was the one that had his mind right, he asked Ryan if he saw
where the girls went. Ryan notified us that Bishop took them home.
That's how we ended up practically breaking Lise's front door off
it's hinges. We needed to see the girls to assure their safety.
Even with that green glob all over her face, she looked radiant.
Her no nonsense attitude told me she was pissed at me for what I
allowed to happen.
"So..." Andre's voice broke my thought process. "Any idea where
you're going with the girls for your birthday next weekend." The
tone in his voice was sarcastic like he was trying to rub things
in. He better not be talking about our girls, I thought as I
glanced over at Luke who seemed to perk up at the same
thought.
"Nah, not yet. They wanted to surprise me." Troy answered like he
was bored. "Maybe they'll come over my place."
I couldn't help the growl I allowed to escape my lips, "Like hell
they'll be stepping within ten feet of your place."
"Listen Tristan." Troy said sitting up straight with his elbows
resting on his knees. "I know we hate one another, but for the sake
of the girls I'm going to be a bigger man and let bygones be
bygones. I'm not willing to lose these girls over the likes of
you."
"One thing I learned about them is that they're protective of the
ones they care about. Keep hating me and you're going to push her
away, I can guarantee it." He warned in all seriousness. Would she
really choose him over me? I mean yea we just got together and all,
but could she not feel the connection between us?
"Ok..." Anya and Lise said appearing in the entrance of the living
room. They were fully dressed having changed into jeans and tank
tops. All remnants of the green mask gone. "We've come up with a
solution to your feud." Oh god, do I really want to know what their
grand idea consisted of? We're not going to hug and make up if
that's what she thinks.
'What the heck is she talking
about?'
Luke mind linked me.
'I dunno, guess we're about to find
out soon enough.'
I answered with a shrug.
"C'mon we're going over to the field." Lise chimed in tilting her
head towards the door. "You four are going to play a good old game
of soccer and you will play fair this time or else." She threatened
looking at the four of us. Have these two lost their minds? It's
ten thirty at night and she wants us to go to the field to play a
damn game of soccer?
"Well..." Lise said with a pointed look. "Get up and get moving!
Let's go, we haven't got all night now and winner owes us two new
pints of rocky road." She said grabbing two pints of melted
something that I assumed was rocky road off the coffee
table.

I stood and followed her into the kitchen where
she was pouring it down the sink with a sad expression on her face.
"Sorry I wasted you, such yummy goodness." She mumbled under her
breath.
Hearing this brought an instant smile to my face, as I shook my
head. She's just too damn cute, who else would talk to a pint of
melted ice cream? Walking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around
her small waist pushing her against the sink. I wanted to kiss away
the disappointment in her eyes.
She startled a bit, as though she didn't hear me approaching. "You
scared me." She gasped quietly as I nuzzled my face into the crook
of her neck. Mm pineapples.

"Sorry." I responded, my voice was low and full of want. Allowing
my lips to make contact with her skin, I began trailing warm kisses
from below her ear slowly working my way down to my mark.
Her breathing hitched and she leaned back into me, tilting her head
a little to the right to allow me better access. I allowed my hands
to move her tank up slowly just to expose enough so I could run my
fingertips over her creamy soft skin. When I reached my mark I
kissed it slowly rolling my tongue over it, which caused a slight
moan to escape. Her hands gripped the top of my arms, which were
wrapped around her waist.
All it took for me to lose it was when she breathed my name out,
"Tristan." I absolutely love hearing my name rolling off her
tongue, makes me think of things I really shouldn't be thinking
about right now. She's still too young and inexperienced for those
types of thoughts.
Taking control I turned her around in my arms to face me. Her
cheeks were flushed and she gazed up at me with half lidded eyes.
My lips came crashing down to hers, wanting to show her just how
much she means to me. Her taste filled me as soon as our lips
collided, but that wasn't enough...I wanted more.
Grabbing a hold of each side of her waist, I hoisted her onto the
kitchen counter so that she was eye level and I was standing
between her legs. Upon doing so she shrieked in surprise at my
aggressiveness. She seemed embarrassed, but I pulled her closer by
the bottom her thighs and placed a peck on the tip of her nose
causing her to grin.
Running my fingertips over her rosy red cheeks, I stared straight
into her hazel eyes. "You're so beautiful, do you know that?" My
voice was so husky; I didn't even recognize it as my own.
She shook her head innocently, "No I'm not. I'm just..." As she
tried to finish this sentence, I placed my index finger to her lips
silencing her.
Is she serious or is she kidding me? How can she not realize just
how gorgeous she is? How could I not notice her beauty sooner, am I
blind or just oblivious? "You're beautiful outside..." I began as I
slowly placed my hand over her heart, which was beating rapidly
against her chest. At the he exact same pace mine is. "And inside,
I don't ever want to hear otherwise."
Before she could retaliate with an answer, I closed the distance
capturing her soft plump lips in my own. Lise instantly wrapped her
arms loosely around my shoulders, her fingers massaging at the back
of my neck. Running the pad of my thumbs over her exposed sides
from where I lifted up her shirt, I made my way around to her lower
back.
This must have felt good to her sending tingles up her body,
because she parted her lips and I took full advantage of it. Our
tongues danced to our own rhythm, I'll never get tired of kissing
her. She's my personal kryptonite, the only thing in this world
that will be able to weaken me.
"For crying out loud." Anya's voice interrupted our heated session.
"THIS…is what you guys have been doing for the past fifteen
minutes." She cried in outrage throwing her hands up in the air.
"C'mon already time's a wasting! It'll be eleven by the time we get
to the field." She nagged with her hands on her hips.
Lise had the most adorable sheepish look in her eyes, probably
feeling guilty for getting caught out by her best friend. I just
smirked at Anya. I'm sure she and Luke would be doing the same
thing.

"We'll be there in a minute." I assured Anya,
basically asking her to leave and give us some more time
alone.
I held Lise's face in the palms of my hands and bent my knees
slightly so that I could stare straight into her eyes. I need to
tell her this, I need her to know. She stared at me in wonderment,
almost like she knew I needed to disclose some information to her.
So she stayed silent.
"As you know I don't like Troy and I won't stand for other guys
disrespecting me and touching my mate." I declared in an
authoritative tone. "For you, I'll try because I know he's your
friend, but let it be known I'm crazy jealous. So please don't hurt
me." My voice barely came out in a whisper on that last part.
Lise's eyes softened a bit as she nodded her head in agreement,
"Thank you." She murmured softly placing her hands over mine that
were still on her cheeks.

I can't believe I showed her my soft side,
allowed her to penetrate the concrete barriers of my heart. Crap, I
feel so vulnerable right now and I don't like it one bit. As future
Alpha I'm supposed to be a tough exterior, but there’s something
about her. She's the only one that'll be able to break me. I don't
think this girl realizes just how much she'll be able to dominate
me with just one disappointed look in her eyes.
"Let's get going, we have a soccer game to win." I smiled, picking
her up off the counter and placing her on the ground. Kissing her
on the forehead before taking her hand, I led her back into the
living room and out to the foyer where everyone was standing
around.
"Ready to do this?" Troy challenged with a smirk on his lips. I
wanted to punch the smirk right off, but instead I just breathed in
deeply and exhaled.
I told Lise I'd try and that's exactly what I plan on doing. Trying
my hardest to beat this jerk face in this soccer game. I'd play
like my life depends on it, just to show him who the real champs
are.

"I was born ready." I retorted walking past him
with my shoulders squared. If he wants to play dirty in this game,
there'll be no refs to stop me from kicking his ass this time.

Chapter 22: Game On

Watching Tristan run across the field had to be, by far, the
sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. I was afraid to
look down at my lap, I'm pretty sure my pants have a huge drool
spot on them. Luke and Andre are goalies, while Tristan and Troy
battle it out on the field. Yea, yea, I know we're nuts for making
them come out here at eleven at night, but it was totally
necessary.
What else were we supposed to do? Anya and I came up with the plan
while rinsing off our faces in the bathroom. Can't very well have
our mate and our friend going at it every single time they see one
another. They needed to get along, considering they're going to be
Alphas and Betas.
"We have to do something." Anya huffed in frustration, I felt the
same exact way. "We can't go on with them at each other's throats
like this."
It's like a little light bulb went off in my head. "I know, we
should make them have a soccer rematch but just between
them."
Anya looked at me like I just conquered world hunger. "That's the
greatest idea, ever." She drawled out. "If we leave now we'll have
time for a quick game!"
Little did I know she wanted them to have the rematch right now. I
meant we could set up a date during the daylight in the near future
for them. But, no impatient Anya wanted to get it done and over
with. So, that's why we're sitting on the bench at the field which
is thankfully lit up by bright lights watching four shirtless guys
sweat it out.
Aaahh and a sight it was to see, the score is currently 4-2,
Tristan's up. The look of concentration and determination on his
face when he runs is enough to make my heart speed up, sexy.
"C'mon guys there's five minutes left in the game before we have to
get home!" Anya screamed as she stood from the bench looking down
at her watch. "Make it count."
At hearing how little time was left, it seemed as though something
clicked inside Troy. He was moving a lot faster then he was a
couple minutes ago. Tristan had the ball and was using some mighty
fancy footwork to maneuver it towards the goal where Andre was
tending.
Troy ran up alongside Tristan and managed to steal the ball from
him. He turned and dashed to the other end of the field where Luke
was standing. Kicking the ball with full force up towards the left,
Luke barely missed it with his fingertips. Troy and Andre cheered
in celebration as he made the goal 4-3.
"Time!" Anya shouted loudly while waving her hands in the air to
the guys. Surprisingly all the guys shook hands and it was a game
well played. I expected there to be bloodshed and lots of violence
since there aren't any real refs here to maintain control over the
game. Guess Anya's threats really scared them.
’
Hmm, I wonder what the hell happened
between the four of them when we went upstairs? Did alien clones of
their former selves replace them? Why all of a sudden are they
getting along? Strange, very strange,
’ I thought as I
just shrugged it off and assumed they finally came to their
senses.
"Congrats." Anya and I said to Luke and Tristan as we made our way
onto the field. We aren't too keen on giving them hugs right now,
their bodies are dripping with perspiration.