Alpha Darius’ POV
I stood silent, watching her work. She hadn't noticed me, too focused on her training. The intensity in her eyes reminded me of how she had looked during the fights against my elite force. That same single-minded concentration and deadly grace.
Her fists hit the bag in quick succession, the muscles in her back and shoulders flexing with each impact. She spun suddenly, executing a perfect roundhouse kick that would have taken a man's head off.
Then she froze, mid-movement, her eyes locking with mine across the room.
My body responded instantly to the sight of her. Heat pooled low in my gut, my wolf stirring with hunger that had nothing to do with food. I remembered how she had felt beneath me in the infirmary, all strength and fire and challenge. How she had matched me
