Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 45: Spar With Levi Chapter 45: Spar With Levi Olivia's POV Jarek and I began sparring in our human forms. He was good-more than good, actually. His movements were sharp, controlled, and fast. He read my footwork and anticipated my punches, but still, something was off. He wasn't hitting me. He was holding back. I could see it in the way he pulled his strikes at the last second, in the way he didn't follow through with his kicks.

After another blocked punch, I stepped back and narrowed my eyes at him.

"You're holding back," I said, folding my arms. "Why?" Jarek hesitated, clearly caught off guard. "You're the Luna," he said simply, with a small bow of his head. "I don't want to get into trouble for hitting you." I frowned, biting back my frustration. "So what?" I asked, stepping closer. "You think I can't handle it? You think I'm weak?" "No! Not at all," he said quickly, raising his hands in defense. "It's just... you're our Luna. I don't want to hit you." I sighed and was about to tell him to treatlike a normal she-wolf, like a warrior—not sporcelain doll— when a deep voice cut through the air behind us.

"You can leave, Jarek. I'll take over from here." I froze.

Jarek immediately turned and gave a slight bow. "Yes, Alpha," he murmured before stepping away.

I turned slowly and saw Levi standing there-completely naked, his skin glistening with sweat. Steam still clung to his body from the shift, his muscles tense, chest rising and falling steadily. His sea-blue eyes were unreadable, locked directly on me.

There was an edge to his posture, to the way his fists were clenched loosely at his sides, as though he was barely holding something back.

He must have been training in his wolf form and had just shifted. His dark hair was tousled, sticking to his forehead, and his jaw was set like stone. And then my eyes trailed to his cock... he wasn't hardened, but damn it, it was huge.

I swallowed hard and stood my ground, trying to ignore the fact that the man I had a massive crush on was standing naked right in front of me.

"Alpha Levi, is there a problem?" I asked, sounding clearly annoyed to see him. He could have just gone on with his training and ignored me—or better still, joined Louis in training Anita, who will never learn anyway.

"Not at all, mate," he replied, his voice low and rough.

I blinked.

He stepped closer, just enough forto see the tension in his shoulders, the heat in his gaze.

"You've changed," he added after a pause, scanningfrom head to toe, combat pants, boots, ponytail. "I almost didn't recognize you." "Good," I said, meeting his stare. "That's the point." His lips twitched, almost like he wanted to smile. Almost.

"Let's spar, Olivia." I nodded, ignoring the way my stomach twisted at the way he said my name.

"Fine. But don't hold back, Alpha. I won't." His eyes darkened at that.

"Neither will 1." We both stepped into the circle, barefoot against the cool earth. Anita had stopped whatever training she was pretending to do, watching us with narrowed eyes from the corner.

I cracked my neck, slid into position. Levi did the same.

"We will spar ten minutes in our human form, and when the tis up, we fight in our wolves," he said.

I nodded once, sharp and curt. "Ten minutes. Let's go." He didn't hesitate.

Levi lunged first—fast, like a striking shadow. I blocked his hit, but the impact vibrated through my arms. He wasn't holding back. This was real, like how he usually trained me.

We moved around each other, a blur of fists and calculated footwork. Every strike he threw, I countered. Every sweep I attempted, he evaded. Our bodies clashed with the sound of skin hitting skin, breath coming in harsher gasps.

But still,... tension burned hotter than our hits.

His naked form moved with primal grace, unbothered by the exposure. I tried not to look-gods, I tried-but my eyes betrayed me. Every this muscles flexed or his body twisted, I caught a glimpse of cock. And he knew. That arrogant glint in his eye said so.

"You're distracted," he muttered, dodging a kick and grabbing my wrist.

"I am not. Why should I be?" I hissed, twisting free and landing a punch to his ribs. He grunted-not from pain- no, from pleasure.

"You've forgotten a lot I taught you," he said, his voice husky. He spun behind me, catchingin a hold-arms across my chest, his bare body flush against mine. I felt everything-the heat, the strength, the feeling of his cock pressed against my ass. My heart slammed in my chest.

"Let go of me," I snapped, breath catching.

He did-but only after lingering a moment too long.

I spun and landed a punch to his jaw.

Levi stumbled back, lip bleeding slightly, eyes gleaming. Then he smiled-really smiled. "There she is." My chest heaved. "You always did like pain, didn't you?"

"Only from you, pup," he said, voice low and intimate, the way a lover! would whisper in bed. "No one else makesfeel like this."

I blinked rapidly, throat dry, but got a grip of myself. This time, I caught him off guard. I swept his legs and sent him crashing to the ground. Before he could react, I straddled him, fists to his chest, pinning him. We both froze.

His hands slowly cup, gripping my thighs, his touch firm, possessive.

m I could feel the rise of his cock beneath me, hard against my body. His breathing was ragged, matching mine. Our faces were close-too close. "You gonna hitor kiss me?" he murmured.

I clenched my jaw, but my body betrayed me, my hips shifting slightly. "I should kill you." His thumb brushed a spot on my thigh. "Do it. But you'd miss me." I hated how right he was. No matter how much I hated them, I couldn't bear the thought of any of them dying.

The timer buzzed from the edge of the training field—ten minutes were up.

We didn't move.

"Wolf form?" he asked, voice hoarse.

I nodded once, sliding off him.