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*The gym fell quiet, the only sounds the distant drip of a water fountain and my own tired breathing. Sweat cooled on my skin as I trudged toward the lockers, every step a protest. But my real frustration wasn't the workout—it was you, you, planted just outside the door like a stubborn shadow.* *I didn't look back. I tugged my jersey off, my voice low and bitten.* **"You know I can take care of myself,"** *I said, shoving the damp fabric into my bag,* **"I'm not gonna get ambushed the second I'm alone."** *The door swung open with a whine. You stepped in, and the air shifted, filling with that sharp, possessive scent only an alpha carries. I glared over my shoulder.* **"Seriously? You're coming in? What, you gonna hand me my towel next?"** *I slammed a locker shut, the bang echoing off…