4...Mate trainer...

Flashback of when Barry started to show me his naughty, bad side. And this was how it started.

[Flashback]

"Oh goddess, help me, just help me! I wanna fuck Pete one day." A girl behind me said in a hushed tone to her friend, paired with her, to train in the gym. I was tempted to rotate my head backwards to throw her a glare, but I didn't do it.

I let my eyes slide to Pete, who was training alone with the gym equipment and was oblivious to the lustful stares he got from 70% of the girls here.

I swung my arm in anger, trying to block out more lewd words from the horny girls, but I didn't even need to as the gym suddenly went quiet for a moment before hushed voices broke the quietness.

"Oh, man, look at that...." The girl whispered like she was in a trance "I'm not fucking Pete anymore"

Then, a particular light cinnamon scent suddenly filled the air, pleasing something deep within me.

"Look at the guy I wannna ride his dick" she said to her friend.

I traced the girl's eyes and found out the new guy in her wild fantasy is none other than Barry, and it seems the pleasing cinnamon scent was from him.

Barry like everyone else, has grown into his youth stage and had gotten worse behaviourally than when I first met him.

He is putting black tees and black joggers with a wolf head design at the side of it. Barry is rich enough to get all of his clothing customized just to show he is the Alpha's son. His hair is dark and curly as usual and his green eyes are on no one in particular but they held a twinkle for the girls around who would not stop talking about how hot he is and how bad they wanna fuck him.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes when I saw Barry walk into the gym like he owned the place. Well, technically his dad does own it, so I guess he kind of does. But one of the werewolf trainers wasn't having it and decided to confront him.

"Barry, you're late" the trainer said, giving him a glare. "You're always late."

Barry quickly rubbed the back of his neck, probably trying to come up with an excuse. "I got busy," he said, trying to defend himself.

The trainer shot him a disbelieving look. "You're always 'busy.'"

"I was actually dealing with some pack issues with the Alpha," Barry added.

The trainer's expression made it clear that he still didn't believe Barry.

"Whatever, just go do something," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "Something actually meaningful!" he added, raising his voice a bit.

Barry had this annoying smirk on his face as he confidently strutted towards the weight lifting area. The girls couldn't help but call out his name, desperately seeking his attention. And of course, he responded by throwing flirty winks at them. His arrogance and Casanova attitude really gets on my nerves.

I couldn't help but scoff and roll my eyes for the second time.

"Pixie, I've told you to lift your arms straight!" the trainer half-yelled, looking at me from where he stood.

I nodded at him and tried my best to lift the small weight in the correct way.

The trainer gave me a serious, observing look, then his gaze shifted to someone else and then back to me and back to the other person. Curious, I followed his eyes and realized his eyes have been shifting between Barry and I.

I ran my gaze over Barry, wondering why the trainer keeps looking at him. I just didn't run my eyes over Barry, I let them stay fixed on him.

I watched as he casually checked out the weight lifts and chatted up a girl, older than I am. She was a senior like him, and she was hot and confident. He flashed her a charming smile and then... his eyes landed on me. Fuck.

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked. I licked my lips and quickly looked away, trying to act cool.

Meanwhile, the trainer's observing eyes kept going back and forth between Barry and me. I really hoped he didn't have something stupid in mind.

"Barry, I've got a trainee for you" the trainer announced, grabbing everyone's attention.

Barrknowwa out an exasperated sigh. "Mr. Desmond, I can train anyone, but please, not a junior. I don't wanna train a junior" he said with a hint of pride, which made me scoff.

"Yes, you can and you will," Mr. Desmond's tone was firm. "Consider it your punishment for being late."

I glanced at Barry and could tell he was holding back an eye roll in response to Mr. Desmond's request.

"I pray to the goddess that I'm the trainee" a girl whispered and I heard clearly.

Mr. Desmond glanced at me and then at Barry. "Barry, I want you to help Pixie out" he said.

My heart skipped a beat. Scratch that, it skipped three beats.

"And make sure you train her well" He added to barry in his strict voice, and to me he said, "If he does something stupid..." He pointed a finger at Barry "Just let me know"

Oh man, I could not even give him a proper nod.

Barry walked over to me with a heavy sigh, standing right behind me. I couldn't help but notice his enticing, masculine scent mixed with his cologne, which filled my nostrils as he got closer.

I was still going on with my exercise, but it was so hard to concentrate with Barry standing behind me. My nerves got the best me and I did things incorrectly, my hands slightly shaking.

I heard him sigh before he moved to stand in front of me. He took the weights from my hands and casually dropped them to the floor.

"Geez, you're so bad at this thing," he complained under his breath. "Give me your hands" he said, extending his own hands towards me.

I blinked at him, wondering what he was up to. He looked up, his gaze connecting with mine. There was something about the way his green eyes bore into mine that sent a tingle down my stomach. I do feel a similar sensation with Pete, but this one felt... different. It was kinda hot. Too hot for me.

"Pixie, I said give me your hands" His voice was a bit harder "It's a simple instruction from your trainer. Just follow it instead of giving me those complaining eyes." he said sternly.

I pursed out my lips "You're so rude," I complained. "Always so rude."

"Whatever" he rolled his eyes sassily "Just give me your hands." I placed my palms on his, feeling the not-so-smooth texture of his skin.

I felt something strange from touching Barry's skin and It was just weird to feel such strong electricity from a simple palm-to-palm contact. I quickly dropped my hands to my sides, rubbing my hands on my skin and that annoyed Barry.

"What's your problem?" he asked, his tone indicating that he was getting fed up.

"Pixie, is Barry annoying you there?" Mr Desmond suddenly asked, his eyes shifting between Barry and me.

I could have easily said yes and be free from Barry's irritating demeanor, but I have a thing for trouble, especially when it comes in the form of Barry. I flashed a fake smile at Mr. Desmond and placed my palms on Barry's, igoring the weird feeling in my stomach.

"Nah, we're good," I replied to Mr. Desmond, and he nodded before moving on to others.

"Why didn't you just tell him I was getting on your nerves so he could switch trainers?" Barry asked, slowly enclosing his hands around mine.

"Yeah, you are a pain in the ass...." I started, making Barry frown. "And you've been like that since we were kids."

His frown deepened.

"But I guess I've gotten used to you being like that" I continued. I expected a glare, but instead, he smirked.

He glanced back at Mr. Desmond and then turned his gaze back to me, his eyes holding a mischievous spark. "Come closer" he whispered, and I gave him a puzzled look. "Geez, I'm not about to touch you right here, just come a bit closer."

I knew exactly what he meant by "touch." It wasn't just innocent physical contact but the sexual one.

I glared at Barry before taking a small step closer to him, his large hand still firmly holding mine. He bit his lip, stealing a quick glance back at Mr. Desmond, who was fully absorbed in training one of the younger gym-goers. In that moment, Barry seized the opportunity and pulled me closer, almost causing a gasp to escape my lips. Our faces were close, almost touching. And that was dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Maybe it was not dangerous for Barry, but it was for me, especially as I could feel the heat between us.

I should have known that this was where the real trouble with Barry began. I should have taken a step back, asked Mr. Desmond to assign me a different trainer. But no, I craved the excitement and mischief that came with Barry, so I dove right into the danger.

Stupid me.