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Isla's POV

My eyes widened as I watched Kevin pose in a fighting stance before me, fist raised to his face, the other fist to his chest.

"You really want me to hit you?" I asked carefully like I hadn't heard him clearly the first time he told me to..

"Yeah. Right across the jaw. Or my arm.. anywhere you want to... "

"Um. Okay.." I awkwardly got into a fighting stance, my posture anything but serious as I was looking quite nervous. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I was actually worried about hurting him.

I might hurt him, or better worse, poke my finger in his eyes. Well, that was all i could think of as I advance closer to him. It's not like i could actually cause him to fly across the training grounds like I have got any strength left in me.

All my life, I had never trained. I was only made to work as a maid while being abused. Not once have i never trained and that suddenly got me wanting to know whether my father ever thought I’d be Alpha. After all, i didn't have sibling, so
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