Alpha Rogue 3 (BBW Paranormal Wolf Shifter Romance) Read Free

be connecting with any vulnerable spots, it has to be whittling Hawes down. He has to get out of there fast, or counterattack, and soon.
    Typically with MMA, it doesn’t make sense to strike against an opponent who is blocking your attacks, as it wastes energy and strength, which can leave you vulnerable later in a match. But I can see how Legrand’s strategy has shifted. His early attacks were hoping to end the match quickly. Break an arm, land an easy choke, anything that could finish fast, but that would only work against someone inexperienced or overly cocky. Hawes may be cocky but it’s mostly justified, so luckily, he didn’t fall for any of that.
    But now I can see that, without an easy victory early on, Legrand’s plan looks to simply wear Hawes down. And because Legrand is a shifter too, his stamina and power can last drastically longer than any regular human’s. All Legrand has to do is last longer than Hawes. Or at least weaken Hawes enough so he won’t be able to recover from any of the more powerful moves.
    “C’mon, Hawes, do something,” I hear myself whisper, the sound almost completely drowned out by the crowd.
    Hawes is taking a beating, and Legrand is relentless. It doesn’t even look like his breathing has intensified, despite the incredible exertion we can see. Thankfully, Hawes is able to grab one of Legrand’s wrists, attempting to pull it back toward his chest so he can isolate, usually for something like an arm-bar or a Kimura.
    “Good job, Hawes, you can do it,” I hear Josh mutter at my side. His eyes are fixed on the match, intensely watching.
    Hawes has the right positioning as well, both arms cranking Legrand’s arm back. His alpha strength should definitely help him in this situation. Not even Legrand should be able to pull out of this. For a second, things are looking positive, Hawes turning his body so his leg can isolate Legrand’s arm from the rest of his body at the shoulder. But then it changes direction. Legrand grabs his trapped arm with his other arm, and is able to pull it back from Hawes. Slowly, but gradually, Hawes loses his grip, as Legrand is able to pull the trapped arm away from Hawes and back toward his own body.
    How in the hell can that be? Hawes is the strongest shifter I’ve ever met. No amount of technique should have been able to get Legrand out of that, especially with Hawes’ strength behind it.
    I can see shock on Hawthorn’s face. What was determination a second ago has turned to panic. Not only is Legrand’s arm far from being arm-barred, Hawes lost his positioning on Legrand while trying to do the move, and his legs are no longer locked around Legrand’s midsection. Rather than try to move back into guard, Hawes attempts to bail, probably so he can take the fight off the ground and back onto their feet. He pushes off Legrand and rolls, trying to pop back onto his feet.
    Legrand doesn’t miss a beat though, and he lunges for Hawes while he’s rolling. Thankfully, Hawes is able to get to his feet quickly, throwing a few punches that miss Legrand completely, but enough to keep distance between them.
    The fight is back to where it started. Only now Hawes looks battered and bruised. There are small cuts everywhere on his body, especially his arms, probably from where Legrand’s punches made contact.
    Legrand, on the other hand, is just as calm and collected as he was at the beginning. He’s starting to sweat, but he looks like he could do this all day. Hawes, on the other hand, doesn’t.
    “Damnit,” I hear Josh swear to my left. “It looks like we have company,” he says with a nod to our right, the direction of the doors we entered from.
    At the entrance I can see a dozen or so men standing at the large double doors leading into the building, looking intently into the audience. One of them spots us and points, saying something to his group. They turn in our direction, and all begin to walk toward us, quickly, but trying to not look