DamianI couldn't feel my arms.Not from pain, but from the weight of holding back.Alina had insisted on sparring with me. I tried to talk her out of it, knowing full well that tonight's battle would demand everything I had left in me. But when Alina got an idea in her head, there was no deterring her. She stood across from me, hair tied back, defiance in her stance, fire in her eyes."Come on, Damian," she had said, eyes locked with mine. "Show me what you're made of."She charged at me like she had something to prove. Maybe she did. Maybe she was sick of feeling like the omega everyone pitied. I didn’t hit her back, not at first. I dodged, parried, blocked, until her foot slammed into my thigh and she growled, "Stop holding back."So I did.I moved with precision, never striking hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make her work. She grunted, ducked, twisted around and caught my side with a jab that made me blink. That’s when I realized she was already panting, her legs trembl
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