#Chapter 115: Fight Club

Noah Noah hated these stupid fights. He hated them with a burning passion; he had always despised attending them when he was younger, back when his young male friends were obsessed with blood and sweat and testosterone. What baffled Noah, though, was that Hannah seemed to enjoy it now. She had never once shown any interest in attending fights, and had never even shown an interest in learning to fight herself despite the fact that sparring training was a common practice for Alphas and Lunas who were in good health. In fact, on more than one occasion, Noah had tried to convince Hannah to try sparring. She always refused, saying that it was brutish and that a ‘delicate’ woman such as herself should never shed blood. But now, apparently, that had changed. As the crowd roared and the announcer’s voice boomed across the stadium, as the fighters stepped out into the ring in all their shirtless, muscular glory, Hannah was screaming and cheering along with the rest