His Plump Mate (by Buchanan) novel Chapter 23

**Austin POV**

There’s something undeniably captivating about my mate. She doesn’t just engage in combat; she possesses a remarkable ability to strategize, dissecting her opponent’s weaknesses in real-time. It’s evident that her father instilled a wealth of knowledge in her, but there are certain instincts and talents that simply cannot be taught. Rebel has an arsenal of gifts and skills that she hasn’t even begun to recognize within herself.

The anticipation of sparring with her sends a thrill through me. Oh, I have every intention of making her tap out tonight. The thought of her bound to our bed, her soft moans, playful whimpers, and passionate screams filling the air is intoxicating. I want to ensure she can barely walk in the morning, especially after her cheeky remark at breakfast, claiming she barely felt my presence. I know it was all in good fun, but I need to teach my little minx a lesson about poking the Alpha. And I plan to enjoy every moment of it.

As we take our positions, I notice her deliberate choice to conceal her stance. She assesses the situation, remaining neither offensive nor defensive, her posture relaxed and almost lazy. It’s a fascinating approach, one that speaks to her intelligence. After all, how can you predict your enemy’s moves if you don’t reveal your own?

Renz, ever the spectator, decides to oversee the match, his presence adding an extra layer of pressure. My warriors gather around, their eyes glued to us, and I’m acutely aware of their expectations. There’s no way I’m letting my mate take me down. I resolve to use my weight to my advantage, aiming to pin her down before she can react. She may be small and quick, but if I strike decisively, I can immobilize her.

I launch forward, but to my surprise, she anticipated my move and deftly sidesteps. A grin spreads across my face; I can tell she’s determined to make me earn my victory tonight. I feint left, then right, before seizing her waist, pulling her close.

Once again, my little warrior astounds me. With a swift motion, she wraps her legs around my neck, and in a heartbeat, she flips me onto the ground, deftly escaping my grasp. Renz bursts into laughter, “Yeah, Rebel! Take him down! I knew I should have taken bets!”

I growl at Renz, who only smirks in response. “You should tap out now, Alpha,” he taunts, clearly enjoying my predicament.

“Give him a break, Renz,” my mate interjects, her voice teasing. “I’m sure he’s just warming up, aren’t you, babe?” Her smirk is infectious.

I return her smile, my confidence unwavering. “I’m merely observing your weaknesses, my darling.”

This time, I approach her with caution. My size and weight could easily overpower her if she falters. The memory of pinning her to the mattress ignites a mischievous idea within me. I can’t help but grin devilishly at her.

“Have you figured it out yet, babe?” she mind-links me, her curiosity piqued.

“You know I’m going to have a lot of fun with you tonight, right?” I reply, and her grin widens, a spark of excitement dancing in her eyes.

I charge at her again, and she sidesteps, but I quickly pivot to block her escape. Grabbing her, I pull her back against my chest before sweeping her to the ground. I land beside her, careful not to crush her, my knees bent, my weight resting lightly on her shoulders. Her smile fades as she realizes her predicament, and she taps out, breathless. “Looks like I win, little mate.”

She beams at me, “I like what you have in mind for tonight, so I let you win, my Alpha.”

“Uh-huh. Alright then, show me how you would escape this position, darling.” I challenge her, my tone playful.

“Gladly,” she replies, and with remarkable speed, she kicks out my bent knee, twists her body, and flips me onto my back, her hand pressing against my neck.

I’m taken aback, both shocked and incredibly turned on. The urgency to bury myself in her intensifies; tonight simply cannot come soon enough.

“My Alpha, never leave your stance wide,” she advises, her voice steady. “If it had been narrower, I wouldn’t have been able to flip you. In a real fight, I would have already ripped your throat out.”

I can’t help but admire her insight. She releases me and stands, turning to address the warriors. “Rogues fight dirty. Everyone fights dirty. While you all have excellent technical skills, it’s essential to blend your formal training with street tactics to be truly effective. Otherwise, you leave yourselves vulnerable to injury or worse. Remember, everyone wants to live to fight another day. Make sure you’re the one fighting for that chance.”

“Spoken like a true leader and Luna,” I say as I wrap my arms around her from behind, pride swelling in my chest.

“It seems we all need to elevate our game, including me,” I announce loudly, my voice filled with enthusiasm. “I, for one, look forward to more sparring with your Luna.”

The warriors chuckle, and I notice a delightful flush creeping into Rebel’s cheeks. My little fighter is still adorably shy, and I can’t help but revel in how easily she blushes. It’s moments like these that make my heart swell.

**Ceraline POV**

I slip into the kitchen, engaging with the omegas, my voice smooth and casual as I discuss trivial matters. After a while, one of them begins to gossip about how that insufferable girl managed to take down Renz and Austin during training. Seizing the opportunity, I ask, “Her old pack must have trained her exceptionally well.”

“I heard her father was the previous beta and trained her privately,” a little redheaded omega informs me. I don’t bother to remember their names; these women are beneath me, and soon enough, they’ll be serving me when I take my rightful place as Luna.

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