Isla pov"Show me your stance again," Dylan orders, his voice cutting through the morning air like a blade. "Or are you afraid I'll see what you're hiding."I'm standing in the training yard, dawn barely broken over the fortress walls, my body still aching from yesterday's fight.Dylan circles me slowly, predatory, assessing every micro-movement I make."I don't know what you mean," I say, keep my posture slouched, submissive, everything an omega should be."That," Dylan stops in front of me, gestures at the way I'm standing, "that's what I mean, you're performing weakness but your weight distribution is all wrong, you're balanced on the balls of your feet ready to move, ready to strike.Fuck, I shift my weight back, try to look more uncertain, "I'm just nervous."Stop lying," he interrupts, moving so fast I barely track it, his hand shoots out toward my face, not to hit but to test.Instinct takes over, I dodge left and my hand comes up to block, perfect form, perfect timing, exactl
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