Barbaric Alpha Prince & His Mate

Trinity was minding her own business, walking down the road, when a car went flying by. It was going significantly faster than it should have been. Heading straight towards the heart of town. "S*UT" One of the girls screamed. The black sports car zooms around the corner and out of Trinity's sight. Ignoring their words, Trinity continues her voyage over to the small bakery she frequented often. It wasn't unusual for her to be called names. Some people in town hated her. Trinity knew it was only because she was superior in every way. Her intelligence and strength. As a young wolf, her family sent her away, because they felt her untamable spirit was a hazard. At the camp they sent her to, she was beaten, but would not submit. Her body was riddled with scars. One scar in particular was her favorite. A long s***h on her face. It was visible when someone looked at her. It was the day she had turned on her trainer. He was whipping her for refusing to show him respect. In the midst of whipping her, she had turned around and grabbed the whip as it sailed towards her. The end of the whip got her in the face and slashed a long line in her face. She held a great deal of pride that she aged out of the camp. They were never able to break her. Pain is control of the mind. Trinity had long ago learned how to control it. Finally, making it to the bakery, she got a frosting covered cookie. Nibbling on it mindlessly as she made her way over to the gym. She was able to get a job there training some of their fighters. Once she had enough saved up, she would be opening her own training program. The men she worked with were fierce and resilient. She didn't keep weak clients. Using some of the techniques that were used on her to strengthen them. Observing the black sports car parked out front, she moved inside. The occupants of the car were sitting inside snickering at the fighters as they practiced. It wasn't uncommon for observers to sit and watch. Especially the she wolves. They attempted to snag one of the fighters. Trinity's fighters knew better. They saw the girls the same way Trinity did. Weakling just looking for a good f*ck and corner them into being daddy number 5. Heading to the back, she grabbed her gear out of the locker. Zero was busy gearing up a few lockers away. He was a larger man. 6'6" tall with short sandy blond hair. His body ripped with muscles. His eyes were a dark green. Girls were constantly trying to get with him. Only Trinity knew he was gay. He was every man's wet dream. "You ready?" Trinity asked. Standing closer with her hands wrapped in black fabric. Her black sports bra barely contained her breasts. Trinity's stomach was femininely muscular with scars riddling her stomach and back. Her legs were well-defined by the forest green cupris. No shoes on as always. "As always, boss"