Jaxon's POV“Don’t touch me, Jaxon!” Melanie hisses, her voice sharp and defiant. She pushes her long, ash-brown hair out of her face. I love it when she wears her hair down; it frames her face perfectly. She’s sexy as fuck when she’s pissed off —fierce, untamed, like a volcano about to erupt.“I’m just trying to help,” I mutter, raising my hand in a defensive gesture. I back away a step to give her space, knowing better not to push her. She’s already pissed about the whole Alpha thing,She scoffs. “Well don’t.” She rolls those beautiful, violet eyes and it only makes me want to bend her over and punish her. She really does need someone to fuck this bad attitude out of her.“You know what, since it’s our last day, let’s spar,” I suggest eagerly. “I know how much you love being pinned underneath me.”She narrows her eyes at me, emitting a low growl. Without a word, she sinks into a crouch, her body taut and ready to strike. We begin to circle each other, moving with a fluid rhythm that
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