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The first time Sensei Wolf saw Elena, she was on the mat-moving like a storm, every strike precise, every motion controlled chaos. He had seen plenty of fighters before, but none like her. There was something in the way she moved, in the fire behind her eyes, that made it impossible to look away. She was breathtaking-the most beautiful, fierce, and strong woman he had ever laid eyes on. And yet, the moment their gazes met, it wasn't admiration he felt. It was a challenge.
Elena first saw him at a mixer, standing across the room, radiating confidence like he owned the place. Handsome, sharp-eyed, with an edge to him that made her skin prickle. She should've hated him-hell, she did-but there was something about him that pulled her in. Something dangerous. Something intriguing.
They hated each other on sight.
And yet, the tension between them? Unavoidable. Unstoppable. It wasn't a question of if they would clash. It was only a matter of when.
