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CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO: A BLOODY SURPRISE

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last update Última actualización: 2025-12-04 04:59:37

SHARON’S POV

The sun hung low over the training yard, warm and golden, casting long shadows across the dirt. My palms stung, my breath sawed in and out of my lungs, and sweat trickled down my spine, but I refused to stop.

Morris circled me slowly, shirtless, muscles tense, expression keen and focused. He looked every bit the Alpha. He was strong, dangerous, prepared, yet there was a softness in his eyes he couldn’t hide. Every movement he made was measured, controlled… gentle.

Too gentle.

“Stop going easy on me,” I huffed, swinging my leg at him. He dodged, but his movements were slow. Deliberate. “I’m not going to break.”

Morris raised a brow. “You literally fainted last week.”

“It was one time.”

“Sharon, you turned blue.”

I lunged for him again, and he caught my wrist with practiced ease, spinning me around and pulling me back against his chest. His breath brushed my ear.

“You’re improving,” he murmured. “But I’m not risking you collapsing on me again.”

I elbowed him lightly. “Then
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