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-Mason - “Get back!” Jax yelled at me. "Go to her!" I remained silent. I am not talking to Jax. I keep walking... almost running to the gym. I need to release the steam. Dirty omega! That is the oldest trick in the book. She provoked me, and Jax took the bait leaving me in this state. The make-out session was so hot that I barely escaped from her claws. “Not a trick. Not a spell. Clara is my mate!" I changed my clothes for training while Jax keeps growling and whining the whole time, irritating me further. I will need at least one good hour of sparring. After that, another hour of a one-to-one with Liam. My beta has been at the edge since a few days ago. I can use that. “You left mate crying! She is hurting. Go to her! She needs me!” Jax growls, and the heada