Layla landed hard on her elbow, knocking the wind out of herself for the millionth time. And for the millionth time, Jax rushed over to help her back to her feet. “I’m fine,” she said through her teeth. “You’re not fine. You’re distracted. I look like I’m beating up my mate,” Jax growled. “Do you want to do this or not?” “Of course, I want to do this,” she snapped, pushing him off and testing the movement in her arm. The pain had already subsided. She looked around the field and saw several trainees sitting around the perimeter, watching her make a fool of herself. They were probably regretting putting their faith in her now. She’d been crap for the last couple of hours, and if it hadn’t been for her sleeping wolf, she would have bled all over the place. “Then stop fucking around and get your head in the game,” Jax growled before he walked back to his side. He’d been angry with her since they got back. She didn’t know if it was because he’d figured out that Britney was a littl
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