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Chapter 138 – Sharp Tongue

Author: Quinn Montclair
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-16 20:58:34

Eli

The yard hums. Sparring rings scuffed to hell, targets pocked and grooved, Jace’s bark ricocheting off beams like thrown nails.

I strip off my shirt because I can and because Ronan is watching. Also because I’m still strung tight from last night’s denial and I need air on my skin or I’ll combust.

Hazel clocks the move and gives me a side-eye so dry I nearly crack. “Subtle,” she says.

“Subtlety is for cowards and tax collectors,” I reply, hands over my head, spine undulating as I stretch. A few wolves glance over and look away fast. Respectful, wary, pretending not to notice the Alpha’s mate behaving like temptation with a pulse.

“Distance line,” Jace calls without looking at me. Which is a lie. Jace sees everything.

I step to the boot-scuffed mark he cut into the ground and roll my shoulders. The new throwing board is still handsome, rings crisp and red, the center a target made for confession.

“Watch your grip,” I say loudly to no one in particular. “You want it firm,” I curl m
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