ANMELDENCHAPTER 21ELLAI don’t sleep.Not really.Every time I close my eyes, I see the council room again. The way their eyes stare at me. Deadly silence stretches before me. The way Jax steps forward like a shield without even thinking about it.Hmm.Being an immigrant is a really risky thing. I sit on the edge of the bed in the guest room, my fingers grabbing the sheets tigh, staring at the faint light creeping through the curtains. Dawn is coming. I can hear the birds chirping outside. My life is anything but.My wolf shifts restlessly beneath my skin, pacing. She’s stronger than before. From the training.And the worst part?She keeps longing for him.I press my palm to my chest, breathing slowly.“Stop,” I whisper.She doesn’t.A knock sounds on the door. Gentle. Like whoever is on the other side doesn’t want to startle me. I already know who it is.“Come in,” I say, my voice meek. The door opens, and Jax steps in. For a second, we just look at each other.His hair is messy, like he
Ella Knock knock! The heavy knocks wake me up from my deep sleep and when I check my time, it's barely 5 am. I open the door to find Jax there. He has a funny looking suit I've never really seen him wear before. “Let's go.” He says to me. I'm confused, we didn't have any plans for the night. I remind him. “We begin your training.” He tells me. “Begin?” I ask. “I thought you said we were coming to an end?” “Yes.” He replies. “The end of the first phase.” He adds. I am shocked. I really thought I was finally done with this thing and would have full time for my regular duties once again. As frustrating as it is, I know I need it because I still feel the uncertainty in my body. I can recognise warning signs and manage them, almost perfectly now, but what I can't manage is when they come at heightened emotions. Especially when I'm around him. When he comes very close to me. “Give me a minute!” I say to him as I shut my door against him quickly and freshen up before coming out for
Jax“Hey, Jax, are you finally ready to resume training?” Marcus tells me when I answer the phone.Inevitably, the two days I keep aside to spend with my daughter have come to an end, and I have to resume my regular duties. Although I will be going back to work, training, and school, I will try to be a more available father. Ella has been able to make me see how telling it is that I am not in my daughter’s life as I should be, and that night, it breaks me so hard I do not want it repeating again.“Yes, I’ll be there tomorrow,” I say to him.“Come early, okay? Like an hour early. I’ve got something I want to show you,” he tells me.“What is that?” I quickly ask, curious as to what it is that is so private he wants to tell me when no one is around.“It’s not something we should discuss on the phone,” he replies. “Just make it to the locker room on time tomorrow.”I take it lightly. First of all, it’s Marcus. He’s a jerk and never really has anything serious to say. Second, it might be a
Ella The rays from the morning sun, through the window, find its way into my eyes, triggering my pupils and causing me to wake up with a dazzle. As I try to block the rays from entering my eyes, the blanket over me falls to the ground and I pick it up immediately. Initially, I'm confused. “I didn't cover myself with anything.” Could it be Mrs Chen or Sophie? I wonder. The blanket is however Jax's own, from his closet, which means it would only be he's. When I look at my book, I see a note on my thesis draft. It reads “Page twelve of your argument on Brontë needs a stronger counter-source. Check Gezari, 2009.”I stare at this for a while, dig through the net to find the recommendation and when I go through it, it is nothing more than what I really needed at the moment. Indeed, someone is actually very interested in my work! It is definitely Jax and yes, he is right! As usual, Jax had left for school earlier than anyone could wake. The rhythm of my work now flows naturally, from ta
JaxIt's game time! Our third playoff is a big deal. We, the Regalis Academy ice hockey team are the best in the country, in fact, the biggest deals and I am the face of it all. The reason I always have to be at my best. I have been in the spotlight so long and I have loved it so much, I don't know what I would do if it was taken away from me. One of the reasons I finally make peace with myself and try to be more focused. “Go Jax!” I hear from the audience and when I turn, it's Venessa. She came late today. I even started to think she might not make it because she is still angry with me from that night. She hasn't spoken to me since then and I haven't cared less before. Now, she is here, screaming my name at the top of her voice. I know it is the usual ritual and missing it would start to give off a notion that we are not on good terms. She always wants us to be seen as perfect. I look at her for a while, then smile and blow a kiss. Not that I mean it, nor that anything she's
EllaHis body feels even better when touched than when looked at with the eyes. I still remember the feeling, his hands on me, his fingers on my pussy and the way he squeezed my boobs. His hands, manly, yet so tender. This sweet feeling wakes me up every morning, a mixture of lust and irritation. I can't believe such a jerk put his hands on me. And I can't believe I want more. I try to shove it under the wraps, but now that my wolf is being slowly activated, she even feels more excited about it than me when I think about it. I've made a promise to myself however, to never talk about it with him. I've made it over fourteen times, especially when he shut it down after I brought it up. Training is very intense and integrates into the structure of my day. Jax's voice rings in my head. “Come on, you can do this.” All the time. He probably takes me as one of his ice hockey bros now. He wakes me up very early at dawn, when the morning is still dark. It's mostly the two of us on that







