Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 45: Spar With Levi

Chapter 45: Spar With Levi

Olivia's POV

Jarek and I began sparring in our human forms. He was good—more than good, actually. His movements were sharp, controlled, and fast. He read my footwork and anticipated my punches, but still, something was off. He wasn't hitting me. He was holding back. I could see it in the way he pulled his strikes at the last second, in the way he didn't follow through with his kicks.

After another blocked punch, I stepped back and narrowed my eyes at him.

"You're holding back," I said, folding my arms. "Why?"

Jarek hesitated, clearly caught off guard. "You're the Luna," he said simply, with a small bow of his head. "I don't want to get into trouble for hitting you."

I frowned, biting back my frustration. "So what?" I asked, stepping closer. "You think I can't handle it? You think I'm weak?"

"No! Not at all," he said quickly, raising his hands in defense. "It's just… you're our Luna. I don't want to hit you."

I sighed and was about to tell him to treat me like a normal she-wolf, like a warrior—not some porcelain doll—when a deep voice cut through the air behind us.

"You can leave, Jarek. I'll take over from here."

I froze.

Jarek immediately turned and gave a slight bow. "Yes, Alpha," he murmured before stepping away.

I turned slowly and saw Levi standing there—completely naked, his skin glistening with sweat. Steam still clung to his body from the shift, his muscles tense, chest rising and falling steadily. His sea-blue eyes were unreadable, locked directly on me.

There was an edge to his posture, to the way his fists were clenched loosely at his sides, as though he was barely holding something back.

He must have been training in his wolf form and had just shifted. His dark hair was tousled, sticking to his forehead, and his jaw was set like stone. And then my eyes trailed to his cock… he wasn't hardened, but damn it, it was huge.

the man I had a massive crush on was standing naked right in front of

could have just gone on with

at all, mate," he replied, his

I blinked.

for me to see the tension in his

pause, scanning me from head to toe, combat

said, meeting his stare.

lips twitched, almost like he wanted to smile.

"Let's spar, Olivia."

twisted at the

But don't hold

darkened at

"Neither will I."

cool earth. Anita had stopped whatever training she

into

spar ten minutes in our human form, and when the time is up, we fight

nodded once, sharp and

He didn't hesitate.

a striking shadow. I blocked his hit, but the impact vibrated through my arms. He wasn't holding back. This was

countered. Every sweep I

burned hotter than our

not to look—gods, I tried—but my eyes betrayed me. Every time his muscles flexed or his body twisted, I caught a glimpse

a kick and grabbing my

twisting free and landing a punch to his ribs. He grunted—not

me in a hold—arms across my chest, his bare body flush

of me,"