Jackson turns his head away, likely considering the conversation over butMaya refuses to back down. She rises from the armchair and stomps in front of him, blocking his line of sight. "Don't you think they have a right to be there? They're part of this family, part of this world. You can't keep them hidden away forever.""I'm trying to protect them!" he shouts, his voice echoing through the room. "Don't you understand? This world is full of monsters, and I won't let them anywhere near my children.""But hiding them won't protect them," Maya argues, her voice rising to match his. "It'll just make them more vulnerable. They need to learn how to navigate this world, how to defend themselves. And they need to do it with you by their side."Maya takes a painful breath and continues, each word escaping her lips like she's pulling teeth. "Besides, we both know Esther Carter wasn't the only one who thought they needed 'correcting'. You know, clearing them of my 'taint'."Jackson flinches vi
After Jackson agrees, however reluctantly, Maya follows him into his study.Maya sinks into a plush leather chair, feeling dwarfed by the sheer size of the furniture made for a six-foot-four alpha werewolf. She watches as Jackson paces back and forth, his brow furrowed in thought, his energy radiating a palpable sense of unease."So," she says, breaking the silence, "what's so bad about this Summit Ball?"Jackson stops pacing, turning to face her, his expression irritated. "Everything," he says, his voice laced with disdain. "It's a waste of time, a breeding ground for gossip and political maneuvering. And it's filled with people I'd rather disembowel than share a glass of blood with."Maya raises an eyebrow, amused by his dramatic pronouncements. "Sounds like fun," she says, a teasing glint in her eyes.Jackson glares at her, his lips twitching in a sneer. "You have no idea," he says, his voice dropping suddenly. "The other guests might be small-minded fools, but… they're formidable
Maya grins at Jackson, taking the man off guard at the sight of her smile, “That's enough for me." She says cheerfully.Finally! It's looks like she's making headway with all this.Now all she has to do is convince him to sleep with her. On the same bed. Tonight.Fuck.Jackson clears his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway, pulling her out of her thoughts. Maya tilt's her head in question, trying to seem like she wasn't just thinking about the both of them alone in a bed.“Yes?" Jackson gestures to the hall, his posture stiff, as if standing too straight might somehow help him regain control of the fragile thread of civility between them. “We can have the discussion in my study,” he says, voice clipped. Maya, suddenly feeling the fati 10gue from their impromptu race, nods in agreement. Her muscles ache, her lungs burn, and the lingering tension from their earlier argument weighs on her. "Fine by me," she says, her voice slightly breathless.“You know,” she continues, “it’
Hours later, back in the manor, Maya still isn't sold on the idea.She still feels heat burn her cheeks when she thinks about what she's about to ask the alpha.'sleep with him?’ she thinks with a touch of hysteria.Was Agnes really insane? Maybe all those visions of hers had finally driven her off the deep edge! There was no way that was going to fly over with both of them, not even taking into account what the kids might think.(Gods the kids! She already had three of them, what if they did- okay! Maya, end that thought now! No need to think that far! Fuck, what was wrong with her?)But it was the only way she had been shown to end this stupid bond, so Maya was going to take it.Bracing herself, she tracks him down, using Intel from the servants and her own intuition.Finally, she finds him in the general library, surrounded by towering shelves of ancient books, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pores over a leather-bound volume in the dark, using a only small lamp as a light
The sun sinks low behind the distant hills, casting a bruised orange glow over the estate as the day drags on. Maya’s steps echo softly through the expansive halls.Jackson is missing.Well, not really missing, missing.He's still here in the mansion but he seems to be actively avoiding her, the children, and even his beta, a behavior that is both unsettling and deeply frustrating.Maya finds herself constantly scanning the vast halls of the estate, her eyes searching for a glimpse of his dark hair, a fleeting shadow of his imposing figure. But he remains elusive. It's almost like he has the ability to teleport.The triplets, sensing the shift in atmosphere, are unusually quiet, their playful energy subdued. They cling to Maya, their small hands seeking reassurance, their innocent eyes reflecting her own unease. She tries to project an air of normalcy, reading them stories, playing games, but her heart isn't in it. Her mind is consumed by Jackson, by his emotional outburst, by his
She pauses, letting her words sink in, her gaze unwavering. "I'm not asking for details of pack business, I'm not demanding classified information about your enemies, I'm not trying to pry into things that are none of my concern. I'm asking you to trust me with your story. With the things that make you, you."She reaches out, her hand hovering hesitantly before gently touching his arm, her fingertips barely brushing against the thick fabric of his shirt. He stiffens at her touch, his muscles coiling beneath her fingers, but he doesn't pull away, doesn't break the contact. It's a small victory, a sign that perhaps, just perhaps, he's not completely closed off to her."I want to know the real Jackson," she continues, her voice soft but firm, laced with a quiet determination. "Not the person your pack knows and fears, not the ruthless alpha Carter that strikes terror into the hearts of his enemies, but the man beneath the surface. The one you keep locked away, hidden from everyone, inc