I froze by the window while Jaxon checked the door. I was still bracing myself to see my mother—perfectly pressed coat, biting comments, eyes that knew too much. But when Jaxon peered through the peephole, his shoulders eased just a little.
He opened it cautiously.
“Oh. Hi, sorry to bother,” said a voice I didn’t recognize. A man. Friendly tone, older. “Didn’t mean to spook you.”
Jaxon opened the door wider.
The guy on the porch was probably in his sixties, wearing a puffer jacket, a knit beanie, and holding a thermos in one hand. His scent was faint, Beta. Not a threat.
“Hey, uh… do I know you?” Jaxon asked, already half-smiling.
The man chuckled. “Probably not. Name’s Allen. I live up the ridge. Got a place over there behind the firs. Noticed lights on here for the first time in years and figured someone might’ve broken in.”
“Nope. Just me,&rd
Absolutely. Below is the revised Chapter 17, continuing directly from the previous cliffhanger:“And if I refuse?”She tilted her head.“Then they’ll assume guilt.”This version is written in first-person POV, approximately 1500 words, maintains a friendly tone, has engaging dialogue, and contains no supernatural elements—just Omegaverse dynamics. It ends on a cliffhanger, as requested.“And if I refuse?”She tilted her head, a practiced neutrality settling over her expression, but I could still see the tightness in her jaw.“Then they’ll assume guilt,” she said, and I felt the floor beneath me tilt slightly.I looked down at my hands, clasped too tightly in my lap. I hadn’t r
“He just made this war public.”Jaxon’s words hung in the air like smoke after a house fire—heavy, choking, impossible to ignore.I sat frozen on the edge of the couch, every muscle tense, every breath shallow. “What do we do?”Jaxon was already pacing. “Damage control. We issue a statement before he does. If we wait, he’ll spin this however he wants, and the media will eat it up.”I nodded, trying to stay calm, even as panic itched under my skin like a rash. “You’re right.”He turned to me, eyes sharp. “Elara, you need to be honest. Completely. No more hiding.”I looked down at my hands. They were clenched in my lap, nails digging into the soft pads of my palms. “I didn’t think he’d stoop this low. I thought—I thought he’d just let it go.”“Cyrus doesn’t let go,” Jaxon muttered. “He possesses
Another knock, louder this time.Jaxon stood up slowly and walked to the door. I followed, heart hammering.He opened it.And there, standing on the porch in a pressed suit and smug smile, was Cyrus.“Well,” he said, hands tucked in his pockets. “This is cozy.”I froze.Jaxon didn’t say anything—just tilted his head slightly, like he wasn’t impressed. I could feel the tension buzzing through him.“Cyrus,” I said carefully. “What are you doing here?”He stepped forward, but Jaxon blocked the doorway before he could cross the threshold. It was a silent, unmistakable move. One that screamed: not welcome.Cyrus smirked at him, then turned his attention back to me. “You’ve been hard to reach, Elara. Thought I’d pay a friendly visit.”“This isn’t a friendly visit,” I said, my voice more brittle than I wanted. “You’re not supposed to be here.”He lifted a manila folder and tapped it against his palm. “Actually, I have every right. You’ve violated the terms of our legal separation.”My blood
“Jaxon, wait—please just let me explain!”I nearly tripped over the threshold as I chased after him into the cabin. My heart pounded like a siren in my chest, but he didn’t stop moving. He stalked straight into the kitchen and planted both hands on the counter, back to me, muscles taut.“Jaxon,” I tried again, softer now.He didn’t answer.I crossed the room carefully, phone still clutched in my hand like some cursed object. I wished I could throw it into the lake and erase the photo entirely—undo the headline, the judgment, the perfect angle of that cursed shot. But it was already out there. And Jaxon had seen it. That was enough.“I didn’t know the media was watching. I swear,” I said quietly. “This wasn’t planned. I didn’t leak anything.”“I never said you did.”His voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm people used when they w
I never expected quiet to be so loud.Jaxon had gone back inside after checking on me. I sat alone on the porch swing, legs tucked under a blanket he’d draped over my lap, staring out at the pine trees dancing in the breeze. It was one of those afternoons where the world felt still, like it was holding its breath. Or maybe I was just too deep in my own head to notice it moving.I’d come here thinking I’d get clarity. Space to breathe. But all I’d done since arriving was second-guess every decision that led me here—especially dragging Jaxon into it.The screen door creaked again, and I turned to see Jaxon holding two mugs.“Coffee,” he said, walking over. “Well. More like coffee with too much milk because someone used the last of the real stuff and didn’t tell me.”I managed a smile as I took the mug. “Sabotage. Classic Omega move.”“You’re not slick,” h
I froze by the window while Jaxon checked the door. I was still bracing myself to see my mother—perfectly pressed coat, biting comments, eyes that knew too much. But when Jaxon peered through the peephole, his shoulders eased just a little.He opened it cautiously.“Oh. Hi, sorry to bother,” said a voice I didn’t recognize. A man. Friendly tone, older. “Didn’t mean to spook you.”Jaxon opened the door wider.The guy on the porch was probably in his sixties, wearing a puffer jacket, a knit beanie, and holding a thermos in one hand. His scent was faint, Beta. Not a threat.“Hey, uh… do I know you?” Jaxon asked, already half-smiling.The man chuckled. “Probably not. Name’s Allen. I live up the ridge. Got a place over there behind the firs. Noticed lights on here for the first time in years and figured someone might’ve broken in.”“Nope. Just me,&rd