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Training Field
Olivia
"Do you know how to fight with an opponent?" Liam asked, his voice a soft rumble as we snuggled together.
I lazily traced circles on his chest, "I'm not interested."
He raised an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Why not? The future queen should know how to defend herself."
"Correction, Mr. Alpha—'contracted' future queen," I teased.
A chuckle escaped him, and he gently tilted my chin, making me meet his intense gaze. "Contracted? Not anymore."
His thumb brushed against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "The contract is in the dustbin, Olivia."
I blinked, trying to process his words. "What do you mean?"
He drew in a deep breath, his expression shifting to something raw and unguarded. "I want more than just a contract. I want more time... wi
