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I already know they want her in ways they should only want an omega.

“Feel the balance. Sense my weight,” I remind Aria, my words deliberate. “Now use it against me. Your mind is your greatest weapon here.”

She wipes the sweat off her brow. “I understand.”

“Show me what you’ve got.”

Aria bursts forward, her movements precise yet tense. I step aside, letting her momentum carry her past me. She stumbles but recovers quickly, frustration evident on her face.

“One more time,” I order, my tone unwavering.

She charges again, this time adjusting her strategy. I grasp her arm and twist, using her own energy to flip her onto the mat. The impact echoes through the room, a grunt escaping her lips.

“Loosen up. Be water, not stone,” I critique gently. “Rigidity will get you broken.”

She shoots me a glare, clearly upset with herself. “I’m doing my best.”

“I know,” I assure her, softening my voice. “You’re making progress, but remember to listen to your body. Feel the motion, don’t just go through the motions.”

Aria inhales deeply, nodding in understanding. She pushes herself up, each movement slower and more intentional than before. The signs of fatigue are evident in every step she takes, yet she refuses to back down.

“Once more,” she whispers determinedly.

This time, when she lunges, there’s a fluidity to her movements. I counter her attack, but she anticipates it, shifting her weight and using my own momentum to throw me off balance. I find myself on the mat, looking up at her with a mixture of surprise and pride.

“Better,” I say, getting to my feet. “Much better.”

A small smile tugs at her lips, but it’s fleeting. “Again.”

I shake my head, holding up a hand. “No, you’re done enough for today. You need to rest.” She opens her mouth to argue, but I cut her off. “Pushing yourself past your limits won’t help you. You need to recover and let your body absorb what you’ve learned.”

Aria’s shoulders slump, but she nods reluctantly. “Fine.”

I step closer, lowering my voice. “Monday and Wednesday—women’s self-defense. I expect to see you there. This isn’t a request.”

Her eyes snap open, a glint of eagerness flashing in them before she hastily composes herself.

“You would really show me more?” Aria asks with barely contained excitement, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I barely restrain myself from smiling at her eagerness. Maybe I’m a bastard, but I want her around so I can learn what she’s hiding, because she’s hiding something.

“No woman who comes in here does it just to feel good. If they wanted that, they’d take a kickboxing class down the street,” I observe coolly. “When a woman shows up at my door, it’s out of desperation.”

The creature before me rolls her eyes. I want to grip her dainty neck and force her to look at me.

“Not desperation.” She blows her loose pink strands out of her eyes. “Maybe I just want to learn how to formally kick a guy in the dick.”

Do not laugh.

“You don’t need me to teach you that.”

She rolls her eyes again. “I don’t.”

“Show up next week.” I doubt she will. “And we will go from there.”

I can see she isn’t convinced. She nibbles on her bottom lip until the flesh begins to bruise. Naturally, my alpha instincts want to swat her hand away, so I reach behind my back to stop myself from touching her.

She’s a firecracker that ignites every instinct inside me to protect her.

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