It wasn’t long before Violet began to understand why the school was so captivated by what was essentially a training session. As soon as the coach wrapped up his directives, the real fun began.
One by one, the players started to strip.
"Holy creator of the world!" Violet whispered, her eyes wide as saucers.
She got how casual werewolves were about nudity, but it was still... a lot. Violet couldn’t even close her mouth as her gaze flicked over the players shedding their shirts and pants like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"During official gas, they change in the locker room and co out fully geared," Natalie said from beside her, smirking at Violet’s obvious shock. "But for training? They’re giving the school a show. Think of it as a strip tease." She winked, clearly enjoying Violet’s flustered state.
Violet opened her mouth to respond but was cut off as Alaric, as if suddenly rembering he had a girlfriend, turned to face her. With one fluid motion, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his perfectly chiseled chest. The students around them erupted into cheers and wolf whistles, but Alaric’s gaze never left Violet’s. This strip show was exclusively for her.
Violet’s face grew hot, her heart pounding as Alaric’s hands went to the waistband of his pants. He tugged them down just slightly, enough to reveal the band of his underwear, and the hard lines of his lower abdon.
The crowd went wild, screaming and laughing, but Violet’s world narrowed to the man before her. Her pulse quickened as her gaze locked onto his. Alaric’s smirk grew wider as he took in her reaction, clearly pleased with himself.
Unbeknownst to Alaric, who was entirely consud with teasing Violet, a mischievous blur of green hair crept up behind him.
Roman.
The other Alpha moved quietly while grinning like the devil himself. Alaric sensed him a second too late, turning his head just as Roman made his move.
In one swift, audacious and gleeful motion, Roman grabbed both the waistband of Alaric’s pants and his underwear and yanked them down in a single, fluid motion. He bared him completely.
For a mont, ti seed to freeze. Alaric stood there, stark naked under the sunlight, his expression caught sowhere between shock and disbelief. The field went dead silent as everyone processed what had just happened.
Then chaos erupted.
The students howled with laughter, many doubling over or clutching their stomachs. Violet slapped her hands over her mouth, her eyes watering as she tried to suppress her own laughter. But it was no use, her shoulders shook as giggles bubbled out of her uncontrollably.
Alaric, his face flushed red with both anger and embarrassnt, stepped out of the clothes bunched around his ankles. His eyes locked onto Roman, who was grinning ear to ear.
"You bastard," Alaric growled, his voice low and deadly.
Before anyone could blink, Alaric lunged. Completely naked, he chased Roman across the field, their laughter and shouts renting the air. Roman, also naked, darted away with impressive speed, but Alaric was faster. The crowd roared, cheering and whistling as the two Alphas sprinted across the field like overgrown children.
Just as Alaric closed the gap between them, Roman shifted in the blink of an eye. His body contorted and shrank, fur sprouting as he transford into a small, green, nimble rat.
The crowd gasped in astonishnt, but Alaric wasn’t deterred. He snarled and shifted mid-run, his body elongating and muscles rippling as he transford into a massive snow-white werewolf.
Violet gasped this ti, her heart skipping a beat. Even though she’d seen Alaric shift before, it was still a breathtaking sight. His wolf form was powerful and majestic, his white fur gleaming under the sun.
Roman, now a green rat, scurried and darted across the field, zigzagging and dodging with impressive agility. But Alaric was determined to catch him. His larger form closed the distance with ease, his movents fluid and calculated. In one swift motion, Alaric caught the rat in his teeth, lifting it triumphantly into the air.
The crowd’s laughter turned into shocked gasps. Violet’s heart raced as she watched, her hands clutching her seat.
Fuck. He was really not going to eat him right? Violet thought with panic.
The Alphas always were into rough play but Alaric and Roman had always had a tense rivalry, and Roman’s stunt had clearly pushed him too far.
"Alaric Storm!" Coach Harrington’s voice bood across the field, commanding everyone’s attention. "Put my player down right now!"
Alaric, still in his wolf form, growled defiantly, his teeth tightening slightly around Roman’s smaller form. His massive head turned toward the coach, his eyes blazing with stubbornness.
Before the tension could escalate further, Griffin shifted. His larger, red wolf form lood over Alaric, his deep, guttural roar echoing across the field. The two wolves locked eyes, their growls reverberating in a challenge for dominance.
Finally, with a reluctant snarl, Alaric spat Roman out. The small rat scurried away before shifting back into his human form. Roman stood there, dripping with wolf spit, but his grin never wavered. If anything, it grew wider.
"Really, Alaric? I didn’t know you were into like that?" Roman clearly mocked him.He even had the audacity to give Alaric a middle finger, earning another round of laughter from the crowd.
Alaric’s growl deepened, and he took a step forward, but Roman quickly retreated, laughing hysterically as he moved away.
"Roman Draven! Alaric Storm!" Coach Harrington’s voice rang out again, this ti rougher. "I don’t care if this is the first training of the season. Any more funny business, and you’re benched, even if you’re my star players!"
Both Alphas grumbled under their breath, but the tension eased as they reluctantly obeyed.
"Damn, that was intense," Violet found herself saying to Natalie, carried away by the excitent in the air. Natalie concurred with a nod of her head.
Although the ga hadn’t even begun, Violet was beginning to enjoy the show. Or so she thought, until a low growl caught her attention and she found herself staring at a black werewolf.
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