Rhage stood in the gym and took in a deep breath. He smelled her, the trainee that had been accepted into the program. When she’d arrived he laughed at the fact that she was even trying. Well, to be honest he laughed at all the females that treaded in and out of the compound wanting to be a warrior. She was a pretty female but he had no interest in her just like he never had any interest in any of the others. He watched the trainees from the overhead cam and would spot their problems then point them out to Phury and Zsadist. He was too afraid his problem would spill over into the training. That would be very messy and he’d be hurt again. One day he watched the female and his eyes shimmered at the way she moved. Her stances were smooth and fluid. She moved like the older brothers before him and it made him watch her more. His brothers began to take notice of his want to watch the trainees, but only that group. Rhage caught himself once zooming in on her face. Her dark brown deep waved hair was pulled back from her smooth toffee face. And she had the most amazing brown eyes. Made him want a Hershey’s Kiss and not the damn candy. Rhage started to think that he was becoming a bit insane. He had even dreamed of the female, the one called Synnister. Oh, just to say the name made him purr.
Now there he stood in the gym sniffing for her scent. He cursed himself because he knew he could not have her. Not with that damn curse lingering over his head. And he knew for damned sure she would not wait for the Scribe Virgin to take it away. He was stuck. He was stuck having meaningless sex with females he wouldn’t remember the next day and they’d never have him again in that way. Then he heard them, his brothers. They were coming.
“Shit.” Rhage spat and shot for the office door.
“Ohhh NO!” Vishous yelled laughing before Rhage could get into the door. “Are you trying to beat the next class in…dearest brother?” He was playing in Rhage’s emotions and Rhage didn’t care for that.
Rolling his eyes in his dead pause to run and hide, Rhage turned around to face not only V, but also Phury and Zsadist. There they were with large smiles on their freakin faces. Except Z, he just shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the weights.
“Come on Hal,” Phury grinned and slapped Rhage on the shoulders, “You like her. Admit it it’ll be easier on us all if you do.” He cut his citrine colored eyes to Vishous who had a joke just brewing within the depths of his brain. “Well, maybe us, but you? Yeah, not even close.” Phury chuckled louder and walked on into the office.
Rhage stared at his brother, “What?” He shifted his weight and crossed his arms over his shirtless chest. “What the fuck you gotta say, V?” Rhage was waiting for the quips to start. V only stared and without saying a word he walked by nudging Rhage’s arm and went into the office. That was a surprise, V never passed up an opportunity to take jabs at Rhage, on the mat or verbally. Sometimes both. Rhage didn’t say anything; he was not really in the mood. He was still trying to figure out why this female had every muscle in his body tensed and ready to explode. Why now? He knew what he needed to do but his legs wouldn’t allow him to. He needed to leave. He needed to go hunting before his curse took over and everyone would be in a heap of shit. There was a tingle in the back of his neck. It was flowing down his spine. It felt like billions of electrodes firing over his body. Letting a low growl-like purr escape his throat, Rhage ran his hands through his blonde hair and proceeded to massage his neck.
Phury and Vishous both eyed each other and then looked at their brother. “Yo, brother,” Phury called Rhage from his seat at the desk, “are you sure you’re okay to be here tonight? I mean if you need to—“
“I’m staying.” Rhage said through clenched teeth. “I just need to—“
“See her?” Vishous finished with a smirk on his handsome face. “You’re sure you can—“
“I got this, fuck you very much.” Rhage walked over and stared at the monitors to the outside and the inside of the gym. “I just need to see her.” Rhage said so soft he hoped his brothers didn’t hear him.
Phury and V glanced at each other again with smiles as big as the compound itself. They knew what was happening.
“Rhage you can’t—“
“I’m staying for training today.” He blurted out placing his hands firmly on the table as he watched the bus arrive and park.
“Ohhhkay, but Hal you—“
“No,” he turned around to his brothers, “I’m watching from here. Not tonight. Tonight I’m going to watch from out there.” He motioned his head towards the gym. “And don’t say anything because none of you can fucking stop me. Got it?”
Both brothers started to object but he just waved his hand and walked to the door. “I’m staying so just fuck you.” Rhage left and the door closed behind him.
Synn stepped into the gym with the other males and she’d even begin to laugh with a few of them. There was one male called Mhace. He was very charming. Mhace had a slim build, but then again the others did too. He usually held a brief conversation with Synn on the ride to and from the compound but it seemed that his want to know about Synn was becoming more regular. His eyes were a smooth brown that pretty much told how sweet he was.
“Hurry up!” Zsadist yelled from the weight area. “I don’t have all night to tell you how much you’re gonna fuck up!”
Mhace turned around to Synn and made a face that made her chuckle and she hurried to the other locker room with her duffle in hand. As she jogged over to the locker room she noticed an unfamiliar male. He kept peeking from the corner of his eye but she wasn’t sure if he was looking at her or just a form or paranoia. His blonde hair fell in his face so she couldn’t quite tell the color but she figured they were intense.
“You need something female?” Zsadist asked as he pulled the large weight back up to his chest. “Or would you prefer to run it off?”
Synn nodded and quickly ducked inside, but not before she heard the blonde make a joking statement about her. Her face became red. She was pissed and that was just what she needed to spar with Anthony, another one of the trainees that constantly harassed her. He always made comments about her skills and he ability to survive. Today he hadn’t said anything but she also knew that from last class he was assigned to spar with her. And she made it her business to be ready. The smart-ass comment the other male, the so-called funny one made about her ass was just what she needed.
After lacing up her wrestling shoes and checking her leggings, Synn made sure there was nothing Anthony could hold onto. Even her father had bought her the tank she wore. It was a black material that supposedly he should not be able to grip but for so long. It should slip from his hands like butter. At least it felt like butter against her skin. Synn made a reminder for her to tell her father she’d need more of those tops. She pulled her hair up into a tight ball and secured it with a band.
Stepping out onto the mats she was the first one to fall in line. She was always the first, but that didn’t stop the brothers from jumping on her ass about something. Synn stood with her hands behind her back and she concentrated on the gunmetal gray wall directly in front of her. She began to count the lines in between each other. By the time she had reached the middle of the wall the other males were exiting the locker room adjacent from hers. Taking their time they fell in line and placed their hands behind their backs and waited.
