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Xander growled, catching his arm and using it to throw him across the circle.

‘Fokk,’ Mak muttered, shaking his head with a wry grin at his captain’s ferocity.

Buzzer.

Rigo, theZeta, came next.

Built like a blast door, clean-shaven, every inch of his forearms covered in inked banking formulas and bounty kill tallies.

As a financier, he was precision incarnate.

A former redeemed cartel money man, he was all about numbers, strategy, and ledgers, and saw the game five moves ahead.

His hands were like steel presses, his arms inked with equations and old-world bank codes.

He enjoyed the company of women and had a litany of broken hearts scattered throughout the fleet.

Yet he had moments of moroseness, as if the loneliness was too much to bear.

He was also astute, with a keen eye that meant he missed little.

‘Something’s going on with you,jefe,’ he rasped dryly.

Xander hit him like a freight train. Rigo absorbed it and grinned.

‘You’ve been brooding these past few days,’ Rigo grunted between strikes. ‘Bad for morale.’

‘I am peachy and shitting sparkles if you must know,’ Xander grated, sweeping his leg out and catching Rigo behind the knee.

Buzzer.

Zev entered like a shadow, sleeves rolled up, amethyst locks flowing down his shoulders, shimmers flickering beneath his glowing dark skin.

TheSombra’sfixer was a lightning bolt on the mat, quick as hell.

With a superb dress sense and a keen eye, Zev, also thePsiof the pack, was witty and wild at heart, a storm in lean muscle and mischief.

He claimed he’d never settle.

But Xander knew better.

Zev was looking. Hard.

‘Nadatalking this round,’ Zev warned, already ducking Xander’s first punch.

‘No freakin’ shifting either, brother,’ Xander shot back, for Zev liked playing dirty and unleashing his lycan powers mid-play.

Xander missed. Zev kicked his shin and danced out of reach.

‘You’re not fighting clean.’

Xander cracked his neck. ‘Neither’s the galaxy.’

Zev laughed and then leaped into the air, hands up in surrender. Above him, his spectral wolf form shimmered in the air, snarling.

Buzzer.

Boaz didn’t say a word.