Isaac was panting. At least this time Allison was panting as well. It had been the first time he had actually kept with her level.
He felt like a pansy ass werewolf because she had defeated him every single time.
This was their relationship. Go to school, hang out, get in her car, let her drive all the way to the preserve, and spar. Spar until their foreheads sweat, spar until their bones ache, spar until they couldn't move anymore.
Because they wanted to move more and they couldn't do that to Scott.
So they fought. It was physical, it was emotional, and it was as close as they were going to get.
For the first couple of times, Allison had handed his ass so well he actually felt guilty. Like he was wasting her time. She assured him that he wasn't, and told him how she had defeated her. You are too slow. You are telegraphing your movements. You raised your leg here, letting me know you were going to use that flank. Your parkour moves may look impressive, but all you are doing is telling me what direction you intend to attack me from. You touched me in the side attempting to distract me.
I wanted you to touch me more.
She didn't say it out loud, but he could feel it. He could smell it. The desire. The hunger. The need.
And how wrong it was. How wrong they both felt about it.
So they kept sparring. It was all they could do.
He would go with her and make sure she was alright back at home. The nights she smelled like fear he would jump through her window, and like a good guard dog he would sleep on the floor, and hold her close when she started whimpering. The darkness, she called it, a darkness that was hanging close to her heart.
That had been the price to pay in order to find their parents. Like turning themselves into the guardians of an ancient stump was not good enough, they also had to carry a shadow in their hearts. It didn't sound fair at all.
And it was something she would never be able to share with him.
Scott would always look at him when he had to stay. He wouldn't say anything but he knew that he could smell her on him. He could never tell what his expression meant - was he sad about it? Jealous? Proud?
He would just lie to Ms. McCall - Melissa, he had to remember that - and say that he had spent the night in the house. That everything was OK. That everything was back to normal.
Isaac knew she knew Scott was lying.
One day Melissa had come to him and asked him directly. He bit his lip and hemmed and hawed about it, and almost like his own mom had done when she still lived she managed to deduce a fair amount of the information just by looking at him. Between the little signals she had understood and the coercion that followed he had told her everything, and expected to be kicked out. He never expected her to hug him and tell him that while it was their choice how to continue with their relationship, at least they owed it to Scott to tell him when things got real.
And that's why he would never dare to make things real with Allison. Because he wouldn't betray his Alpha.
Because he wouldn't dare to talk to him. To have that conversation.
So they kept sparring. It was all he dared to do.
But tonight she wanted more. He could smell it in her. He could feel it in her, with every punch, with every kick, with every breath.
And he gave up. He gave in. A hit became a touch, a scrape became a caress, an attack became a kiss and they were not fighting anymore, they were kissing, they were loving, they were letting the hormones take over and the sensations take control.
And while he, Isaac, was enjoying it, a part inside of him - the wolf - whined quietly. Because the wolf knew that the Alpha wouldn't be happy about this.
And the wolf wanted the Alpha more than he wanted Allison.