LUCAS’S POV
The wooden staff cracked against Kane’s, the impact reverberating up my arms. I twisted, driving forward with another strike that forced my Beta back three steps.
Kane blocked, but barely. I could see sweat dripping down his temple as he reset his stance.
I didn’t give him the chance to breathe before I came at him again, the staff whistling through the air. He parried, but my next blow shattered his guard entirely.
Liora’s face flashed before my eyes, wet hair plastered to her shoulders, water droplets sliding down her skin, those hazel eyes wide with surprise and something else. A reaction that had made my c**k harden despite every reason it shouldn’t.
I struck again, channeling the frustration into the movement.
The image shifted to the day she sat on my horse, pressed
