liability when he saw it.
His job was to assess that liability so that he could focus on it. Try and beat it out of them. If he couldn’t, he had to let them go. Before they got someone killed.
“You fuckers have no idea what hit you. We won’t accept deadbeat slackers, no matter who you are. I don’t give a shit about your pampered lives, or your sob stories. You can end up right back out on your ass if you don’t follow orders.” Eliza wasn’t holding back as she looked each candidate up and down, stopping at Briana.
“The bitchin’ shifter. I’ve heard about you, got yourself an old man and everything. Already able to issue commands, huh? I don’t give a shit. Prove it. Command me to do something,” Eliza sneered. She obviously wasn’t going to take it easy on his mate. His blood boiled as he watched her talk to Briana, but he knew he couldn’t interfere. Eliza meant well, and someone needed to test her hard. Harder than he could.
“No.” Briana’s jaw hardened as she looked Eliza right in the eyes.
“No?” Eliza’s eyes flashed. She wasn’t used to being told no.
“I’ve known people like you my entire life. You think you scare me? I’ve taken beatings you couldn’t imagine.” Briana was almost spitting mad. He didn’t know this side of her, he didn’t really know her at all. “I’m not in the business of baiting bullies. No, I will not give you a command. I am not your Alpha, I am not your superior. I will not force you to bend to my will.” Briana’s gaze didn’t waver.
A slow smile spread across Grant’s face. His ol’ lady was something else, she could certainly handle herself. Eliza saw it and glared at him. It may have disappeared off his face, but he couldn’t wipe the feeling of satisfaction away.
“Follow my orders and we won’t have a problem. You got that?” Eliza asked, trying to gain back her composure. She was a feisty woman, always looking for a fight. Hoping for it. Well, Eliza didn’t always get what she wanted. She spit on the ground next to Briana’s feet and then backed up, surveying the small group.
“This ass-hat here is Grant, he is the Alpha’s second, and he will be supervising your training. Anything he says, goes. We make the decisions together, and you don’t want to piss him off, got it?”
“Hey, you gonna keep bitchin’ at us, or are you actually going to get started training us? Why they put a broad in charge?” Damn, he had to give the idiot credit for his sheer amount of balls. He sounded like the typical high school jock. Eighteen, maybe nineteen years old.
Before Grant could even blink he heard a “thud” followed by an “oof.” Eliza had the kid down on the ground, his head between her knees, choking the life out of him. Grant didn’t bother stepping in until he saw the kid was going blue.
Grant could see Eliza seething, so he acted quickly. “Let him go,” He commanded as he helped the welp up. “You can leave. Get your shit from the club, and go. Your initiation is over. You fail. You are lucky to leave with your life. Go.” He ordered the man out of the warehouse and then turned his gaze on the rest of the group.
“Before you can train, you need to be in control of yourself first. Especially when your powers start to awaken. You will become quicker, stronger, and more ferocious than you have ever been.” All eyes were transfixed to his, their will bending to his as he bade them to be silent. All eyes, but Briana’s. He could feel the difference. Her stare was one of admiration.
A waif-like teen raised her hand, “Sir, um, what do you mean? Is our mountain cat like, causing all of these changes? Even now?”
He smiled. She was sweet, but definitely a beta or even omega in the pride order. “Yes, uh… what is your name?”
“Elizabeth…” She said, her eyes lowered to the ground.
“Yes, Elizabeth. Your feline has always been inside of you, since the moment you were conceived. You are all part of a
His job was to assess that liability so that he could focus on it. Try and beat it out of them. If he couldn’t, he had to let them go. Before they got someone killed.
“You fuckers have no idea what hit you. We won’t accept deadbeat slackers, no matter who you are. I don’t give a shit about your pampered lives, or your sob stories. You can end up right back out on your ass if you don’t follow orders.” Eliza wasn’t holding back as she looked each candidate up and down, stopping at Briana.
“The bitchin’ shifter. I’ve heard about you, got yourself an old man and everything. Already able to issue commands, huh? I don’t give a shit. Prove it. Command me to do something,” Eliza sneered. She obviously wasn’t going to take it easy on his mate. His blood boiled as he watched her talk to Briana, but he knew he couldn’t interfere. Eliza meant well, and someone needed to test her hard. Harder than he could.
“No.” Briana’s jaw hardened as she looked Eliza right in the eyes.
“No?” Eliza’s eyes flashed. She wasn’t used to being told no.
“I’ve known people like you my entire life. You think you scare me? I’ve taken beatings you couldn’t imagine.” Briana was almost spitting mad. He didn’t know this side of her, he didn’t really know her at all. “I’m not in the business of baiting bullies. No, I will not give you a command. I am not your Alpha, I am not your superior. I will not force you to bend to my will.” Briana’s gaze didn’t waver.
A slow smile spread across Grant’s face. His ol’ lady was something else, she could certainly handle herself. Eliza saw it and glared at him. It may have disappeared off his face, but he couldn’t wipe the feeling of satisfaction away.
“Follow my orders and we won’t have a problem. You got that?” Eliza asked, trying to gain back her composure. She was a feisty woman, always looking for a fight. Hoping for it. Well, Eliza didn’t always get what she wanted. She spit on the ground next to Briana’s feet and then backed up, surveying the small group.
“This ass-hat here is Grant, he is the Alpha’s second, and he will be supervising your training. Anything he says, goes. We make the decisions together, and you don’t want to piss him off, got it?”
“Hey, you gonna keep bitchin’ at us, or are you actually going to get started training us? Why they put a broad in charge?” Damn, he had to give the idiot credit for his sheer amount of balls. He sounded like the typical high school jock. Eighteen, maybe nineteen years old.
Before Grant could even blink he heard a “thud” followed by an “oof.” Eliza had the kid down on the ground, his head between her knees, choking the life out of him. Grant didn’t bother stepping in until he saw the kid was going blue.
Grant could see Eliza seething, so he acted quickly. “Let him go,” He commanded as he helped the welp up. “You can leave. Get your shit from the club, and go. Your initiation is over. You fail. You are lucky to leave with your life. Go.” He ordered the man out of the warehouse and then turned his gaze on the rest of the group.
“Before you can train, you need to be in control of yourself first. Especially when your powers start to awaken. You will become quicker, stronger, and more ferocious than you have ever been.” All eyes were transfixed to his, their will bending to his as he bade them to be silent. All eyes, but Briana’s. He could feel the difference. Her stare was one of admiration.
A waif-like teen raised her hand, “Sir, um, what do you mean? Is our mountain cat like, causing all of these changes? Even now?”
He smiled. She was sweet, but definitely a beta or even omega in the pride order. “Yes, uh… what is your name?”
“Elizabeth…” She said, her eyes lowered to the ground.
“Yes, Elizabeth. Your feline has always been inside of you, since the moment you were conceived. You are all part of a
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