*COMPLETED*
"Will you ever get tired of saving my life, hero?" My voice didn't sound like my own.
"I'm not a hero, quite the opposite really." He shook his head and his voice was merely a whisper.
"I can see the good in you." I told him.
"Not everyo...
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For the next two weeks, Jax has me on a strict schedule. We don't talk anymore of Bevin's attack. Cade has been uncharacteristically silent since he woke up the morning after he was hurt. He has a new bruise to add to his collection, an angry purple mark that reminds us all how close Bevin had come that night to killing me.
I stand in the back yard with two blades, one in each hand. They're silver daggers that I've been training with for a few weeks now. Jax told me that they're the perfect weapon for me. He says I might be small, but I'm fast. He's been training me to use my strengths to my advantage, that's where the two daggers come into play.
Jax is in a half-shift, all claws and angry fangs. He growls and lunges at me, but I'm quick to roll to my left. He'd come so close to me that the air from his movements rustles my hair. I swipe out with my daggers, but they don't touch him. We've been training so much now that he knows my every move.
I really was predictable.
I shook the thought away and tried to stay in the present moment. Jax came at me again, this time I kicked out at him and my heel hit him square in the chest. The air left his lungs and he stumbled back a few steps. I don't miss a beat. I pounce at him, knocking him clean off his feet. We land in a heap on the grass, my knees pressed into his sides and both of my blades against his throat.
"Got you." I said between heavy breathes.
Jax smiled up at me with half-lidded eyes. He reached up, pushing against the blades I still had on his skin, and cupped the back of my neck. His warm lips press against mine and his fingers tangle in my hair.
When we pull apart, I laugh, "Remind me to win more often if that's my prize."
"Don't get used to it. I let you win." He teased and then suddenly I'm the one with my back pressed against the grass. It happened so quickly that I hadn't seen it coming. My blades are forgotten on the ground beside me and my hands are pressed firmly against his chest.
"No one likes a liar, Jax." I say to him, bringing him closer to me to brush my lips against his one last time. As he does so, I bring my knees into his chest and flip him over my head. He lands with a grunt on the ground. I laugh, bouncing to my feet to retrieve my blades from the ground.
"You're a dirty cheater, Kanin Abbott." He stays on the ground and brings his arms to rest behind his head. He smirks up at me, a motion that makes my stomach flip and my knees feel weak.
He'll never love someone like you.
Bevin's words come back to haunt me every time I let myself think of Jax. There's a small part of my brain that thinks she's right. Jax is an all-powerful alpha. He can have just about anyone he wants. Why would he want someone like me? A half-breed girl that had no real claim to anything. He deserves more.
Jax must see that something's bothering me because he's on his feet in seconds. He has this uncanny way of knowing how I feel and sometimes I think he does. It's like he can read my mind.
