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They returned to the pack. Draken had asked her to get ready as from today her training was starting. She was nervous and excited at the same time.

She got ready and strutted to the lounge. Instead of taking her to the packhouse or the training grounds, he guided her to his training room in the basement of their mansion. It was half gym and half place was empty for sparring. Where she was looking at the place, his dark hues were roving over her small delicate form.

She was clad in a black sports bra and a pair of black leggings. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she looked drop-dead sexy.

Finding his gaze on her she turned to look at him as he cleared his throat.

"We'll start with a warm-up, 20 laps for now," He said in his strict voice and she gulped, bobbing her head as she got to work.

Draken peeled off his shirt as she started doing push-ups in the middle. Her eyes flickered to his back as his muscles flexed and that tattoo of a dragon got her attention. She instantly looked awa