(Lena's POV).
“You’re lucky I didn’t bite your lip off,” I teased, breathless, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek as I leaned away from Adrian’s mouth.
Adrian chuckled, his lips still hovering close to mine, his eyes dark with amusement and something deeper—something possessive.
“You loved it.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the smirk curling my lips.
“Whatever. Now let’s get back to training, lover boy.”
He raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but stepped back, his demeanor shifting almost instantly from flirtatious to focused. Serious Adrian. Alpha mode. I knew it well.
“You’re getting better,” he said, folding his arms over his chest. “But you still let your emotions run wild. If you want to win that competition, Lena, you need to lock in. Focus isn’t optional—it’s su
