LIAM JR.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I caught my breath. Lilah stood, wiping dirt from her face. “Private training with your dad isn’t fair anymore. You’re holding out on me,” she complained.
“Holding out on you?” Yea, I tried to submit her with something she hadn’t learned yet, but she fought it for ten minutes before I finally got her.
“Yea, holding out. What even was that? Bullshit!” Lilah did not like to lose. We’d always been mostly evenly matched. She worked harder than me to keep up. But just as my Alpha strength started to really develop, my dad decided I needed more private lessons without Lilah. Half our training wasn’t fighting-oriented, but she didn’t care.
“Well, you bit me, so I think we’re even,” I said. The red marks on my arm were hot and angry, but they w
