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"YOU LACK STAMINA FOR A WOLF. We're not supposed to stop. Ever. You're not supposed to get tired after a day of running; running is enjoyable, never painful, it's a hobby for your wolf- Are you even listening to me, Ace?" Michael growled out, and she snapped back to attention.
It was hard for her to do that when she felt a new degree of embarrassment. Being this close to her Mate was thrilling to a point, and completely lacking strength made her feel more insecure in front of him. All her mind could concentrate was on that...how weak she was, and she hated it, especially since she wanted to prove herself to her Mate. These emotions were enough for anyone self-conscious, even if they were standing in front of their Mate that's supposed to be training them.
"Ace, are you listening to me?" He asked, but she only watched as his lips moved while he spoke. They were compelling in that way, and they distract
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