Blue Moon III: Call of the Alpha by A.E. Via Page B

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    While he was shocked to see Lion was a master as well, it didn’t scare him. He was actually pretty impressed. He and his brother had been under the impression that they were probably the only two left in their Order who’d been trained in an animal style. It was common for them not to interact with each other or outside influences when in schooling or during training. They were typically masked and hidden from each other. Each one trained by their own teacher until they went out into the world to fulfill their duties.
    Omega tried a series of moves that he’d been known to end lives with, but somehow Lion knew where his strikes were about to land and Omega was getting angry and suspicious. Lion shouldn’t know him like this. It was as if he was reading him. Who the hell was Lion? Had they been tricked? Did Lion just reveal his cards too soon? No sooner than the thought crossed his mind, he reacted. He’d brought this killer to his brother’s home. The home he shared with his cherished.
    Lion was watching him carefully, so Omega had to clench down on the urge to widen his eyes in fear or take a dramatic swallow of nothing. His feeling turned to sorrow when he thought of what Alpha would do to him if he endangered Call, knowingly or not. If Lion was a traitorous bastard, he’d pay with his own life first.
    Omega came at Lion full power and the big man recognized it. This was no longer a game of will and yielding. They kicked up dirt, twigs, and hard earth with spinning kicks. Their punches cutting through the air sounded like slices made with a knife. Omega hissed his anger with every strike. “Think you can fool us?” He struck out again, just missing Lion’s kidney, convinced now that he was a part of the rebellion and not seeking their help to end it. “You will die slowly, along with your shame. I’ll tell stories of the great Lion that I killed, who was fool enough to think he could betray Alpha and Omega… and survive.”
    Lion wasn’t responding, he looked focused and charged. But not denying the accusations was, in Omega’s mind, as good as Lion admitting his guilt. “Goddamn you,” Omega snapped. He probably wouldn’t’ve reacted the same way with anyone else, but he’d thought Lion was different. The first man he’d ever seen from the Order without a hood besides his brother had come to cheat him. The rebellion had probably counted on using Lion’s unquestionable beauty against them.
    The madder Omega got, the smoother Lion’s moves became, until he was too graceful a predator for Omega to touch. Lion maneuvered around him like he was an insignificant object that’d been annoyingly placed in his path. For as large as he was, he fought surprisingly like a dancer. Fluid and smooth. Like a large cat.
    Omega wasn’t sure what was pissing him off more. The fact that Lion was there to lure them into a trap, or that he had yet to put him on his ass. He wasn’t used to this. When he struck… men fell. With a newfound surge of anger and meanness, Omega slithered low and tried to attack Lion’s most sensitive glands. He knew it was a cheap shot, but it was one of the few places that Lion’s large build had trouble protecting. He was good at blocking kicks but he’d miss one of the many fast strikes Omega was firing on him. Had to. It wasn’t wise to be so close to his opponent. He needed to strike fast and pull back. Why was Lion making him break all his rules?

Lion
    He listened to every single accusation and insult Omega hurled at him while he carefully blocked each venomous blow from Omega’s speared fingertips. Tips that felt like fangs piercing the skin if they made contact. Lion wasn’t sure how they went from testing each other’s skills to Omega actually trying to hurt him. Any one of those strikes could seriously injure him. When he saw Omega go down and aim for his nuts, he’d had enough. Time to show him who the alpha predator was.
    Lion let Omega come close to him, and with