Hurry back, miss starring at your tits ;p

Scoffing, she shoved her phone back in her pocket, immediately regretting giving Dolph her number. They hadn't talked much in the hours they spent together, but one thing Ava learned pretty quickly was that Dolph was not subtle at all, and said what he wanted to, appropriate or not.

It usually wasn't.

She could appreciate anyone outspoken, but when it was unnecessary and constantly revolved around her tits-as he so poetically put-it got a little stale. She had already made the decision that she wouldn't travel with him anymore, no matter how much she wanted to push the m word out of her wolfs vocabulary. She'd travel with herself then deal with someone who took a longer shower then she did.

And who had such a complicated coffee order.

After rattling off hers, and struggling to remember exactly what he wanted, she moved off to one of the empty chairs the coffee shop had, and waited for her name to be called, choosing to pass the time by deleting Dolphs number and looked up car services after the show. She had no choice but to drive there with him, but she'd be damned if she had to leave the arena with him again.

But as she got distracted by possible rentals, someone plopped in the chair in front of her, immediately making her jump, eyes going orange on reflex. Her eyes dimmed when she saw it was only Dean, but then she realized it was Dean.

"Nick, really?" Was the first thing out of his mouth

For the second day in a row, words tumbled along in her brain, and she couldn't say anything, and the same thing that happened with Roman began to happen again, and things began to get fuzzy real quick.

But knowing what to expect, she blocked her wolf out and sat up straighter, despite having to blink a few times in attempt to clear her vision. "Stay out of it," she said, once she regained her voice. "Why do you even care? Or Roman and Seth for that matter. What are you doing, stalking me?"

"Would you like that?" He smirked, and damned if he didn't look hot doing so.

"No," She said flatly, trying to seem unbothered by this whole situation, but her rambling of questions kind of put a damper on things.

"You don't sound so sure." And again with a smirk.

"I am." Before he could say something, and he was sure to, because he always had something to say, his name was called.

He stood up instead of answering, and winked at her. "See you soon toots."

Toots? Did he just call her toots? She seethed quietly in her seat, eyes closing in frustration, especially when the wolf whined pitifully inside. Damn her to hell in back.

She had just opened her eyes when she felt a warmth at her back, his breath tickling against her neck, his scent surrounding her. "If I find out you're messing with Nephlim, there's going to be hell to pay," He snarled in her ear, so close his lips brushed against her ear, his voice completely different from their earlier teasing.

She could barely focus on his words, could barely breath with his closeness. His alpha was strong, not as strong as Roman's, but it pushed against hers in a different way, dared her to try, while Roman flat out demanded.

Once she regained her breathing, and could even think about moving away from him, he was gone, leaving her rattled and shook to her core.

Not waiting for the coffee, she stood up so quickly the chair behind her fell, but she didn't notice. She had to get out. She felt to crowded, felt the walls closing in. Her walls tumbling down.

Her phone was already in her hand, and numbered dialed by the time she was in her car, pulling out and speeding into traffic by the time it went to voicemail.

"Hunter, I swear to God, you need to get them under control," She hissed, gripping the steering wheel in order to stop the shaking, and hoping to hell her voice didn't match. "I can't keep doing this. You can't keep letting them do this to me! I swear to God I… I'll. Damn you!"

How she made it to the hotel without crashing was beyond her. She was rattled, and that didn't happen very often with her. Five minutes with a guy and she couldn't stop trembling.

But he wasn't just any guy, was he? No. He was Dean fucking Ambrose, who before they even met, she felt an attraction too. He was ridiculously sexy with a bad boy swag. She didn't need the extra draw to him she seemed to have.

Her wolf was lonely. Attracted to that type. But how did that explain Seth and Roman? Both equally sexy, but completely different.

There was no way they were what the three of them suggested, or any one else for that matter.

The more she thought about this, the more rattled she became, question after question preoccupying her mind to the point she didn't notice the hotel worker carrying bags heading her way until they already collided, the bags going flying, her stumbling back, curses slipping off her tongue.

"So sorry ma'am," He said, scrambling to pick up the dropped bags, leaving her to stand there and feel even more like shit.

"No, it was my fault," She muttered, crouching down to help, despite his assurance he was okay. Glad one of them were.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, awkwardly standing there watching as he once more balanced the bags and scurried off. Where did she have to go again?

Right. Back to her room where Dolph was waiting for the coffee she didn't have. Slumping down on one of the lobby couches, she dropped her head into her hands, allowing herself this moment of weakness. Allowed herself a moment to try and understand why she even allowed herself to be affected.

"Ava?"

Head snapping up, she straightened in her seat and offered a tight smile. "Hey, what's up?"

"I should be asking you," The British native laughed, sitting next to her. "You okay?"

"Yes. No. I don't know," She admitted, focusing on her bunched up hands. "I uh, I ran into Dean who apparently doesn't like me riding with Dolph. And I don't know why I care." She continued starring at her hands, waiting for the diva to say something, and when she didn't, Ava glanced up.

"I don't know why you want me to say," Paige shrugged, and Ava barely resisted the urge to flinch at her dejected tone. "I don't know what to say without you taking my head off."

The tension left Ava's body for a moment before tightening back up, realizing she'd have to apologize all over again. "I'm sorry," She blurted out before she lost her nerve. "I just, I don't talk about."

She trailed off and had too close her eyes. This wouldn't be fixed with more apologizes or a bullshit story. She had to open up. She had to show her. "Come here," She grumbled, grabbing the pale beauty and dragging her to the bathroom, hurrying before she lost her nerve.

"Ava?"

She ignored her for the moment, and focused on the cold water filling her palm, mentally counting out the seconds until she bared all to someone for the first time.

Maggie didn't count. She was a 40 year old women who had no reason to tell. Paige? Paige was barely twenty, and barely a friend, but she was the closest she had, and she was close to losing it.

Biting back a groan, she brought the water to her neck, drenching her shirt in the process, but she didn't pay attention. She focused on scrubbing at her make up covered neck, using more force then necessary to get it off, and when she was sure her skin was nearly raw, she moved her hand away and revealed her secret to Paige.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she stepped forward, lifting a hand to touch, and Ava flinched away, her reaction uncontrollable.

"What?" Paige gawked.

Ava shrugged uncomfortably and distracted herself by grabbing a paper towel and wiping the remaining residue of make up off. "A lot less questions are asked by doing this, and he's dead, so it doesn't matter," She explained, finally meeting her eyes.

"Doesn't matter?" Seeing her eyes widen more, Ava resisted the urge to stomp her feet like a child and yell at her to stop. Stop asking questions,stop asking for more then she could give. She'd open up this much, wasn't that enough?

Instead, she leaned against the sink and crossed her arms, settling into story time. "We uh, we were young, thought we still held a chance of escaping and thought being together meant the alpha couldn't touch us. Well…me." Her eyes raised to the ceiling and found a focusing point there. "He fought for me, stood up against the guys when I couldn't, and marked me before anyone else could without my choice."

"You make it sound so…"

"Convenient?" Ava finished, closing her eyes as she thought back to that time in her life. "That's because it was. We were young and mated because we could, but we were never mates, I realize that now."

Unlike then when she was so sure. He was so handsome and kind, had the kindest smile. She thought she was so lucky she found her mate whenever she spotted other girls being taken advantage of, and then she thought she was the unluckiest person in the world when she lost him.

"Now that you've met your actual mates."

Her eyes flashed open and leveled Paige with a look. "And that's why I don't talk about mates. It's a sticky situation and I'd like to keep my hands clean."

"You could leave it like that," Paige said, starring at her mark.

She twitched uncomfortably at the suggestion and under her stare. "Too personal." That and she couldn't handle Paige looking at it for five seconds without getting twitchy. So having a bunch of people she didn't know look at it? "Besides, Hunter would probably get pissy."

"You do make him pretty pissy," Paige agreed, both grinning at that.

And seemingly like that, the tension both divas had held disappeared and they were back to normal.

"Why don't you travel with me for the rest of the week?" Paige offered. "Summer can travel with someone else, and this way it'll get Dean off your back."

And almost instantaneously, her eyes dropped to Ava's neck, making her want to say no. But having Paige on her ass was a hell of a lot better than Dean, so despite her anxiety telling her no, Ava agreed.

You got your hell together

You know it could be worse

A self-inflicted murder

Maybe Maybe

You say its all a crisis

You say its all a blur

There comes a time you've got to face it face it.

She closed her eyes and rolled her head back, focusing on the sound of the music rather then the words, the quick pounding metal a huge contrast compared to what she was doing. She'd claim an area by the curtains to stretch out, taking it slow and easy. The calm before the storm. The music was to pump her for what was to come, the stretches to prepare her.

Coming to her feet, she pulled off her head phones and finally opened her eyes, finding Dean leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed over his chest, blue eyes gleaming with… with something she couldn't quite place. Didn't have time to before he pushed off the wall and approached her, forcing her to straighten up.

"Can't help but notice you aren't travelling with Nick anymore," He smirked.

"And I suppose you think it has to do with you?" She snorted.

"Isn't it?"

She didn't know what infuriated her more, the condescending tone, or the smirk that was always on his face. "No." And ensue the smirk. "You know what Dean, just stay the hell out of my business."

In her attempt to get the last word, she turned to walk away, not realizing exactly who she was talking to.

"Or what?"

That made her come to a quick halt, and turn around even faster, finding him right there in her face. And she opened her mouth to say something, he took one more step, making them nose to nose, chest brushing, his warmth seeping into her, their breaths becoming in sync, and his eyes burned even brighter.

They burned into hers, and straight to her core, heating her up in a way she didn't want to admit, but if he asked, she'd tell. Because all she could feel was him, he was all she could taste, see. He was her alpha in this moment, her everything. He didn't completely surround her like Roman and make her feel all this, he didn't demand submission. He teased her, let her be aware of what he was capable of doing, and allowing her to realize exactly what he was doing.

As she took a breath, she breathed him in even more, and that's when things got fuzzy, when things began to blend. The world slipped and the only thing she could feel was his hot hands on her body.

One curled around her hip, the other around her neck, yanking them chest to burning chest. "God you smell amazing," He growled, digging his face in her neck, gulping in her scent and despite herself, she curled around him, intoxicated by his scent, the feeling he gave off. He felt like… he felt like home.

And through her fog, that word slightly grounded her. Home was not a word she knew, she couldn't know. Not with him. She was reminded of that as he switched sides, his lips brushing over her mark. She flinched on pure instinct, and moved away on pure will power, her fear stronger than his alpha and her wolf.

And the more steps she took back, she found it easier to breath, to think, something other then Dean. Like how she had to get the fuck out of dodge. Now.

"Ava," He growled, lunging towards her, but she moved back faster, hurrying away from him. "We aren't done here Ava!" He thundered after her. "This isn't over."

But for her, it was. This, and so much more.

That word was still ringing in her ear throughout the match and afterwards, fueling the fire under her ass that rushed her to the locker room. For once she didn't care about all the other girls being there, or how conversation always seemed to dull down when she entered, all she cared about was leaving this arena. .

"Whoa, what's going on with you?"

Shit. She forgot about her travelling buddy, Dammit. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she paused her packing to look at Paige. "I need to get out of this arena,. I just-. I'll wait in the car for you."

This time Paige grabbed her hands and forced her to stop, worry filling her dark eyes. "What's going on Ava?"

Her hands clenched and unclenched the particular article of clothing she felt and she focused now on the diva's hand. She was here, in this moment, and had to focus on what was important and what was real, not what could happen.

"I had an encounter with one of the guys," She said, fully aware of other eyes on her.

"Who?"

She cut her eyes to the other divas in response, and luckily Paige understood her reluctance to say much more. "Well then, pack your shit," Paige said, drawing herself up. "We'll walk out together."

In other cases, she would have laughed at Paige being protective, but once they exited the locker room, and began heading towards the rental, her grip on Paige tightened and she felt uncomfortably anxious, constantly searching for them.

It wasn't until they made it outside did she begin to properly breath, her grip slacking as they approached the car and began loading. And just when she thought she made it into the clear, she heard Paige mutter a curse and looked up just in time to catch Dean's heated gaze, checking her out.

She immediately straightened up from her bent over position and looked at Paige in panic, who without a word, shoved her towards the front of the car. Not needing told twice, she locked herself in, slumping in the seat and throwing an arm over her face and not looking until they were driving out of the parking lot, still under The Shield's heated gaze.

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