Lyla

Lyla POV:

Fuck! Warrior training just got way more complicated.

They couldn't be the trainers, mhmm, no-way hoezay, it was hard enough to control myself from dampening my panties and seeing them training us, and that too, probably shirtless, would have my ovaries on fire. How the hell would I learn anything if I had to focus on controlling my damn pussy from leaking like a fire hydrant the whole god-damn time? I hadn't realized I was lost in my thoughts until Jax nudged me, making me look at him. He nudged his head towards the prince; confused, I looked in the direction he indicated and saw one of the prince's outstretched hands for a handshake.

Fuck! I totally missed that.

Quickly taking his large calloused hand in my mine and shaking it. The moment our hands touched, I swear I could've felt a zap, but it was like a nanosecond. I probably had imagined it. Shaking hands with the other prince, I felt the same zap.

What the hell?

Quickly shaking and letting go, I backed up a few step