The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 293

Jason’s POV

There was no way in hell I was going to say no to that. Laila learning a few self–defense moves would put some of my worry to rest. Not all of it. I would insist that she continue to have her guards that I had assigned. But if her wolf was too weak to react, she could at least know a couple of moves to help her escape an attacker.

That she came to me with this request, rather than going to speak with anyone else, filled me with a strange kind of satisfaction. I felt like even though I would help Laila learn how to defend herself, I would, in turn, feel like I was still the one protecting her, as she would be using the moves that I would teach her.

“Of course I’ll train you,” I said.

“When can we start?” Determination gleamed in her eyes. She was dead serious about this.

“Whenever you want,” I said. Everything else I had to do could wait.

“Now?” she asked.

Whatever I had been working on was immediately forgotten. “Now works. Do you have a change of clothes?”

She glanced down, as if forgetting she was wearing slacks and a nice white blouse.

“I can grab you a change of clothes,” I offered.

“Okay,” she said.

“Great. Do you remember where the gym is? I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay,” she said, and turned to walk out of the room.

I rushed up to my bedroom, grabbed a t–shirt and some sweats for her, while changing into a similar outfit for myself. Then I rushed back to the gym which was down in the basement. Just outside the door, I told the guards, “Don’t let anyone else in while we are in there.”

“Yes, Alpha,” they both agreed.

Inside the gym, Laila was looking around curiously. I handed her the change of clothes and directed her toward the attached bathroom in case she had forgotten. After she headed that way, I set up the mats we would use to practice fight on. Just as I

finished, Laila returned to the room.

Glancing up, I immediately froze, the breath punched from my lungs.

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Laila had tied her hair up, exposing her long elegant neck. But even more distracting than that was Laila in my clothes.

She swam in my t–shirt, and if the sweats I gave her hadn’t had a drawstring around the waist, they’d likely be at her ankles. Yet she was exceedingly beautiful, and my heart started racing.

Seeing her in my clothes triggered a possessive side of me that wanted her always like this, always wrapped up in my scent. I

swallowed hard.

She blinked at me, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“N…nothing,” I said, my voice failing me for a moment. She was utterly oblivious, without a clue how much she was affecting

me

At least, that was what I thought until I saw the barest hint of a blush on her cheeks. She quickly turned away, hiding it. “Should we get started?”

I shook my head, attempting to refocus. As much as I wanted to savor the view and this moment, we had a purpose here, and

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that was to train baila how to defend herself. I couldn’t allow my desire for her to sabotage that.

I steadied myself, prepared for what! needed to do. “Show me your defensive stance.”

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