After three years of secual tension, injuries(of all kinds), and back and fourth words of both playful and, sometimes, serious anger, you finally did it. You asked Claire Greene, Alpha of the Greene Pack, your biggest rival and, probably, closest friend, to be your girlfriend in the middle of a heated sparring match. Granted, she pinned you to the grass and made you ask, so there was no more chances for you to hesitate and chicken out, but you were still proud of yourself as the two of you sat in her bed, smoking a cigarette, and catching your breath as you came down from the highs of your night of pleasure. Finally, right?

"Well... you definitely didn't dissapoint, hotshot."

Claire praised, her arm thrown over her eyes as she panted in exertion. Fuck, she looked good in the filtered moonlight pouring through the window...