Chapter 35 - Welcome Home Mate

ROXIE

The rest of the evening went well, and my father’s meal was out of this world. My mum would have approved.

We talked about some of the things we used to get up to, and my dad even mentioned a few stories about the first time they met.

Uncle Keith came home a few hours later and enjoyed a few tales of mum. He even had a few himself, some that she made him never tell us because they were so embarrassing.

Uncle Keith had a good relationship with mum, treating her like a sister.

We laughed for hours.

After the sun was setting, uncle Keith had me back out of the house and train. Jason even got involved in my training.

I think Bex had the same idea: she used all her strength and knocked him on his ass a few times. She had a laughing fit every time he landed on his ass. “Paybacks a bitch,” she would say to me as I tried to hold in a laugh.

Jason wanted me not to hold back; after the first punch, I think he regretted it. But I must admit it was nice training with them; even Dad got involved too.

That night we all went to sleep happy and had everything ready for the next day.

I got up and had a light breakfast with everyone. I was going to go up with dad as I had a few things to take with me, and he offered to help me. I was going to train in the morning with everyone before we all headed to the hall for the fight.

After a light lunch, uncle Keith had a mind link to go up to the pack house, taking Jason with him.

As Jason and uncle Keith left, Dad came into my room and smiled. “You ready?” He asked, leaning on the doorframe.

I looked over my shoulder, placed my towel into the bag, and smiled at him.

“Just packed what I needed,” I said as I turned around. Dad pushed off the doorframe and walked over to me. “Rox, I’m so proud of you,” he said, stopping in front of me. “You’re mum would be too.”

I couldn’t help the heartache wash over me. I think that’s the first time my father said something like that to me since my mum died.

I smiled back at him.

“Shall we go?” He asked.

I nodded. I grabbed my bag and flung it over my shoulder. Dad grabbed a few other bits I needed as we headed out the door.

We walked to the pack house slowly. I pointed out a few things to Dad. We talked about everything but the fight.

I have to admit I’m glad he didn’t say anything.

I stopped outside the pack house and looked around; everyone was preparing for the charity event. People were carrying things into the hall, including chairs and speakers.

I spotted Nathan talking to some people who I had never met. I glanced around and realized that there were people that I didn’t know who many were.

They might be here for the charity fight. Many were alphas and betas, but members of the pack were walking around, chatting and laughing.

I sighed. I said goodbye to my father as he was going to find uncle Keith and Jason. We hugged, and we both headed in different directions.

I headed to the hall and walked up.

My stomach flipped when I spotted the ring; it was how I remembered it.

Bex came close to check it out. “You okay?” She asked.

I nodded but didn’t say anything.

In the last fight, I won and even had a few bruises to show. Uncle Keith was proud and also was Alpha Gareth.

I shook my head and was about to walk toward the entrance where the changing rooms were being held.

I wanted to chill behind, so I wasn’t so nervous. I hated talking to people before a fight; it put me on edge.

I could hear someone clearing their throat, and I spun around. My eyes landed on Alpha Gareth and some other alpha.

“Ah, Roxie,” said Alpha Gareth. “I am so happy we caught you; Alpha Trevor here is such a big fan of yours.”

My eyes landed on Alpha Trevor, who had the cheek to check me out. His eyes roamed all over my body. It was not creeping at all, as a shiver ran down my back, and not in a good way. Something about this guy wasn’t right.

Alpha Trevor’s eyes landed on mine, and he smiled. He placed his hand out; I looked at it and took it for a few seconds, but as soon as our hands touched, the same shiver returned.

Bex was up in my head, a low growl escaping her mouth. “He better take his slimy hand out of your hand,” she growled.

I didn’t say anything; I was trying to calm her down.

“I have to say,” said Alpha Trevor, whose hand tightened on my hand slightly as if he wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. “You are one magnificent beauty, and you fight so well for someone so small.”

I wanted to punch the smugness from that stupid-looking face.

I placed a fake smile on my face, more like gritted teeth. “Thank you,” I said.

I tried to move my hand from his, but he wasn’t letting it go.

I glanced at Alpha Gareth, who was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. “We can’t wait to see you fight,” Alpha Trever said, making me look back at him.

Alpha Trevor smiled. “I never got to see your fight last time, but my sister showed me the fight, and I have to say I was taken by you.”

Bex growled.

I didn’t say anything; I was struggling to keep Bex under control.

There was an awkward silence between us till Alpha Gareth cleared his throat. “We shall be leaving you; I bet you have a few things to do before the fight,” he said.

I nodded, but I couldn’t help but clench my teeth.

Alpha Trevor lets go of my hand, and I’m quick to move it back. I watched as they both left.

Alpha Trevor looks over his shoulder at me and winks.

I shuddered.

“That alpha needs to back off,” says Bex with a growl. I couldn’t agree more with her.

I turned to walk away and headed towards the back entrance.

I found my changing room, which wasn’t far from the ring’s entrance.

Once inside, I threw my bag down and sat on the bench. I couldn’t help my head fall and close my eyes.

Bex stares back and nods.

She knows I’m trying to get in the zone.

After a few moments, uncle Keith burst into my room. My eyes flew open to see the look on his face, and I scrunched my eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

Uncle Keith stared at me but sighed. “I have just seen who you are fighting,” he said.

I stared at him; judging by his face, it couldn’t be good.

“Well, who?” I asked.

Uncle Keith stared at me. “Tammy Harsh,” he said.

I felt my stomach churn.

That isn’t good.