LOGINJaxon’s POV
"Arghhhh!" I roared as I flipped my desk over.
It still wasn't enough. I turned around, searching for more things to break or flip when I spotted a small mirror right beside me, reflecting my glowing amber eyes and half buttoned shirt.
Crack.
It shatters as my fist connects with it.
My office was beginning to look like the inside of a warzone. Books littered the floor, papers torn to pieces and glass shattered. The walls bore deep claw marks. It had taken the brunt of my rage.
I paced from one end of the office to the other with my hands pulling at my hair. I just might run mad soon. Every breath I took was fire, my wolf snarling against the cage of my skin, demanding to be let loose.
Why was it taking them this long to find her?
How could she have run from her alpha.
And now, I couldn't control the beast inside me. Being this close to snapping, the only thing I needed was Reese.
The thought of her name was enough to send me spiraling again. My hand caught the edge of a vase near the shelves, and without thinking, I hurled it across the room. It exploded against the far wall, shards scattering around the room.
A knock came at the door. Soft and hesitant.
My head snapped toward it, eyes burning with amber light.
The door creaked open, and one of the pack helpers peeked in, carrying a tray of food. His face was pale, his voice trembling. “Alpha....should I set your meal on the table?”
The scent of roasted meat and bread filled the room, but it turned my stomach.
“Out.”
He blinked. “Alpha?”
My wolf surged, and before I could stop myself, my hand reached for the chair behind me. I hurled it with all the force in me. The helper shrieked in fear as he diced out of the way, dropping the tray of food in the process as it scattered across the floor. The paperweight shattered the wall inches from his head.
The boy’s reflex saved his life.
“OUT!” I roared, my voice shaking the very windows.
He ran out in fear , forgetting to bow as he bolted down the path he came, leaving the door wide open. My chest heaved, rage spilling out of me in waves.
I was about to search for something new to throw when I felt a sharp tug in the back of my mind. A mental pull.
The mindlink.
I didn’t hesitate. I mentally yanked it open, snarling, 'It better be good news, Felix. It better be.'
'Alp—' Felix’s voice quivered in my mind as he coughed to clear it. 'Alpha, she slipped past us. We lost her trail. I swear she vanished into the rocks. I—’
The rest of his words drowned in the roar of my wolf. My claws pushed at my skin painfully, my teeth ached badly and my bones rattled with the need to shift. Rage consumed me so fully I tasted blood from where I bit down on my own tongue.
'You lost her?' I bellowed through the link. 'You incompetent fool! Do you realize what’s at stake?'
Felix tried to steady his voice. 'She’s only human. She won’t last long without food or water. We’ll find her before dawn.'
Only human.
He fucking said, only human.
His calmness only infuriated me the more. My wolf snapped its jaws, demanding I tear him apart when next I saw him. The only thing that stopped me was years of discipline, of reigning in this beast within me.
I shut the link abruptly, slamming the door to Felix’s mind before I did something irreversible.
The taste of copper filled my mouth. My fists ached from how tightly I clenched them.
I kicked the table away and it slammed against the wall, the hardened wood shattering to splinters.
I guess if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. I headed towards the door, about to storm out in search of the one who had put me in this state.
A figure at the entrance stopped me.
Doc Nina.
She stood in front of my door, arms folded, chin lifted. Her dark eyes narrowed at me, sharp as daggers, without a hint of fear.
“Alpha.” Her voice was cool, controlled, and sharp enough to draw my full attention.
I stared her down and she did the same, resilience in her.
I let out a low growl, amused despite myself. My wolf eased back just a little, entertained by her audacity. Few dared to stand in my way when I was in this mood.
“Nina,” I said, stepping closer. “Move.”
She didn’t. “We need to talk.”
I arched a brow. “Now’s not the time.”
“It’s exactly the time.” Her eyes blazed. “If you keep going down this path, you’ll destroy her. And the child.”
My jaw flexed, anger rolling back in. “She’s mine. My mate. I’ll do whatever I damn well please with what’s mine.”
“Not when she’s my patient,” Nina shot back, her voice rising. “I swore to protect her, and I will. You can terrify the rest of this pack, Jaxon, but not me. Reese is fragile right now. She needs safety, not your cruelty. If you don’t listen to me, you’ll lose her and the baby too.”
The words struck deep, slicing at the wall I had built around my thoughts. For a moment, I froze. My wolf snarled in protest, but something else, a quieter voice inside me wavered.
I stepped closer, until my shadow swallowed her whole. I bent down, my lips near her ear, my voice low and venomous. “Move. Out. Of. My. Way.”
At last, I saw it. A flicker of fear in her eyes, breaking through her mask of defiance. Her breath caught, but she held her ground one heartbeat longer before finally stepping aside.
“Careful, Alpha,” she whispered. “Not all wounds can be healed.”
Saying nothing, I pushed past her, heading straight for the courtyard.
The moment I stepped outside, every gaze turned to me. Wolves and pack members froze mid-step, their conversations dying as they felt the weight of my fury through the mindlink. Their whispers reached my ears but I ignored them all.
My wolf surged. My skin burned. Bones shifted.
I dropped to all fours, the sound of cracking ribs echoing across the courtyard. My clothes tore as my body stretched, twisted, and broke to make way for the beast beneath.
Dark fur exploded across my skin, so deep brown it looked black under the moonlight. My jaw snapped forward, teeth lengthening into lethal fangs. My eyes glowed molten amber as my wolf finally broke free, towering above the stunned crowd.
A massive wolf. Their Alpha.
Gasps rippled through the air as I lifted my muzzle to the sky. The hunger, the rage, the possession all surged out of me in a single, earth-shaking howl. The sound tore through the night, echoing across dunes and cliffs, carrying one message to every ear that heard it.
I would find her because she was mine.
Reese. My mate. My child. My legacy.
No desert, no distance, no rebellion could sever that truth.
The pack scattered from my path as I surged forward, paws pounding against the ground. Dust and sand flew behind me as I raced toward the open desert, the scent of smoke flooding my senses.
In wolf form, things weren't as dark as they were in human form. And as I ran, I felt the wi
nd more, blowing through my fur.
I would find her, drag her back if I have to and she would learn,
No one runs from an Alpha.
Jaxon’s POVThe desert stretched endlessly before us.Miles of sand and scorched earth beneath the sky. It felt too empty like the gods themselves had abandoned this place long ago. Heat shimmered in the air, warping the horizon, making everything look unreal.And yet there it was.I slowed to a stop, my boots sinking slightly into the sand as my gaze locked onto the structure ahead.“What in the hell…” I muttered.It rose out of the desert, a massive stone mansion, dark and imposing, its walls etched with ancient markings that pulsed faintly, almost alive. Towers climbed toward the sky, sharp and deliberate, as if daring the heavens to strike them down. There were no roads. No tracks. No signs of life around it.A fortress hidden in plain sight.I turned sharply to Selena. “This is it?”She nodded, her expression solemn. “Yes.”I frowned. “How has no one ever found this place?”She hesitated, then said quietly, “Because you can’t find it until you know what you’re looking for.”That
Reese’s POVThe Bishop walked toward me in simple slow steps. Each step echoed against the stone floor, slow and deliberate, the hem of his dark robes whispering as they swept the ground. The air felt heavier with every pace he took, like the room itself was bowing to him. My wrists burned against the ropes as I strained uselessly, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.Strapped to his waist was a dagger. It was weird looking and it looked dark. Darker than his robes. I gulped at the sight of it.The blade looked ancient, dull in places, etched with symbols that hurt my eyes if I stared too long. The leather sheath was cracked and worn, as if it had been drawn and returned a thousand times. A weapon used often. Reverently.Ritually.Liam stepped forward before I could stop him.“You’re not going to kill her, are you?” he asked, his voice shaking. “You said you wouldn’t.”The Bishop didn’t even slow.He spared Liam a glance.Just one.And in that single look, I saw
Reese’s POVEverything was blurry at first as my eyes snapped open. And even after it became stable, I thought I had gone blind with how dark the room was. That was until my eyes adjusted to the dim lights in the room.The first thing I noticed was the smell.It wasn’t damp like the cave had been. It wasn’t stale like the Bishop’s tent.It was old.Cold stone. Burnt oil. Something metallic that clung to the back of my throat and made my stomach twist the moment I inhaled too deeply.I groaned softly as consciousness dragged me up from darkness.Every muscle in my body screamed.My wrists burned.My ankles too.I tried to move and pain shot through me instantly, sharp enough to steal the breath from my lungs.I was lying flat on my back on a raised platform carved from black rock, my arms stretched above my head, my wrists bound tightly with thick ropes that dug into my skin. My ankles were secured the same way, spread just enough to make me feel exposed, pinned, powerless.The ceiling
Jaxon’s POVThe meeting dragged longer than it should have and every second felt wrong.I stood at the head of the table, my hands braced against the wood, staring at warriors who were talking strategy while my chest buzzed with unease. I’d already given the orders, rotating patrols, reinforced borders, scouts doubled on the eastern and southern ridges. The Bishop’s howl still echoed in my head like a warning bell that refused to quiet.“Alpha,” one of the captains said carefully, “if they circle back—”“They won’t,” I cut in.The words came out sharper than intended. I straightened, forcing my tone back under control. “Not tonight.”Solomon watched me closely from the other end of the table. He knew. He always knew when I was barely holding the leash on my wolf.“Anything else?” I asked.Silence.“Good.” I turned toward the door. “Dismissed.”Chairs scraped back. Warriors filed out quickly, sensing the tension radiating off me. Solomon fell into step beside me as we left the room.“Y
Reese’s POVJaxon still hadn’t let go of me.Not even after he carried me into his room.Not after he laid me gently on the bed like I was something fragile, something precious that might shatter if handled wrong.He stood there between my knees, his hands braced on either side of me, his forehead pressed to mine. I could feel his breath, uneven and warm, fanning across my lips.“You’re shaking.” he murmured.“So are you." I whispered back.That earned me a weak huff of laughter, but it died quickly. His hands slid up my arms, thumbs brushing back and forth like he was grounding himself through me.“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.I swallowed.How was I feeling?Tired.Empty.Full.Alive.Broken.Home.“I don’t know how to answer that,” I admitted. “My body feels like it ran through hell and forgot how to stop running. But...I’m here. I can breathe. I can feel you.”His jaw tightened.“And how did you feel,” he asked, voice rougher now, “when you were there?”The room seemed t
Jaxon’s POVWood clanged against wood.Eli lunged, teeth clenched, his wooden blade coming in low and fast. Solomon twisted effortlessly, knocking the strike aside and tapping Eli’s shoulder with the flat of his practice sword.“Dead." Solomon said mildly.Eli scowled. “You didn’t even try.”“I tried plenty,” Solomon replied. “You telegraphed your move.”I stood at the edge of the training field with my arms crossed, watching every shift in Eli’s stance, every twitch of frustration in his shoulders. Sweat dripped from his curls, darkening the dirt beneath his feet.“Again,” Eli demanded.Solomon looked at me.I shook my head slightly. “Last round.”Eli groaned. “You always say that.”“And I always mean it,” I said. “Reset your footing.”He did, begrudgingly.They circled again. I tried to focus. Goddess knows I tried. But something felt.... off.The air prickled along my skin.A pressure settled low in my chest, right where the bond had once been silent. It was like a cry.I inhaled s







