เข้าสู่ระบบJaxonThe pack officials had gathered today, and in his superior, oh-so-righteous routine—meant to hunt down the non-existent spies in my pack—Daniel had summoned a handful of his members, including his beta. The treaty-breaking contract lay on the table like a loaded weapon, untouched, as everyone waited.Daniel looked at me."You go first."I stared at him, incredulous. "This ain't a fucking game, and we aren't kids—what's this go first bullshit?"A frown settled between his brows. "Since you're the one insistent on breaking the treaty, you should go first." He shrugged, his gaze drifting deliberately over my pack members.Was he trying to read them? Gauge reactions? Sniff out something suspicious?Of course my members were angry. Anyone would be. The treaty had protected both packs, after all. But that didn't mean shit. These people had stood by me at my lowest—when there was nothing left but blood, ash, and survival. Natasha. Simon. Jane. Every single one of them had lived through
AuroraFor a heartbeat—just one—everything went still. A lethal tension stretched between the two men, silent and suffocating. My chest tightened, my hands trembled. This wasn't....a good sign.No wind. No rustle. No breath.The silence before the storm— a deadly warning."Jaxon..." I whispered, nerves coiling tight, "Please don't do this.""If this bastard thinks he can walk in here, threaten me, and leave unscathed, he's wrong, Poppet." His voice—flat, final—was razor sharp. The calm, measured Jaxon was gone. His body was coiled for war; determination carved into every line of him, every strong line of him, "He's going to die.""Nickname, huh?" Baron smirked. "Poppet? A bit old-fashioned... like you."Jaxon chuckled, it was low, "Then let me show you what this old-fashioned Alpha can do. Come here, boy. Let's see if you walk back with your head still attached."Baron's expression flickered—surprise, then hunger."Gladly," he purred.And then—everything detonated.Baron lunged.Not a
AuroraAs his voice rolled through the walls. a cold shock slithered down my spine. That man wasn't scared to be here in another person's territory and mostly, despite everything he didn't sound scared of Jaxon—and when a man isn't scared of Jaxon, you had to fucking know that he had to be dangerous."It's Baron, right?" I whispered, barely audible even to myself.Jaxon's gaze snapped to me, startled. "How did you know?""Your pretend girlfriend told me," I muttered, "Now can you focus on the fact that he's right outside your house? What are we going to do?""I don't know why he's here. Stay inside, alright?" He turned toward the door, but I caught his hand, stopping him."I'm coming with you.""What?" He stared at me like I'd grown two heads. "No. You're not.""Yes, I am, Jaxon. Unless you want me to fight you, beat your ass, and walk out anyway—your choice."There was no way I was letting him go out there alone without knowing if Baron was here by himself or was here with his people
Aurora"I should've never agreed to clean with you," I groaned as he lifted me again, his hands locked firmly around my waist."Change the curtains, Aurora. Quickly. We have a lot more to do," he chuckled, far too entertained for someone holding me up in the air.Groaning, I grabbed the rod and slipped the loops in place, "Can't we just use a ladder? And besides—we had a rule of no touching." My voice tightened with frustration as he lowered me, his breath ghosting over the back of my neck, warm and slow, sending shivers racing through my skin.This—this was exactly why I hated this arrangement.He was making me forget my own rule.And worse, a shameful part of me liked that he was breaking it. I'd planned to make him suffer at least a little, make him work for every inch—but he was ruining that plan with just his touch.God, it was infuriating.He was going to win easy and clean this way."I don't have a ladder," he said, handing me another pair of pure white curtains. "So cooperate.
AuroraDid he figure it out?No. Fuck—he couldn't have.I froze at Dad's question, my spine going rigid as I studied him carefully, eyes narrowed. If he'd figured out that I slept with Jaxon—hell, banged him—he wouldn't be standing here all chill and casual.Yeah, yeah, nobody uses banged anymore, but fuck it. It fits.A deep frown settled between his brows. "What is that look, young lady? Am I interrogating you or are you interrogating me?!" he snapped, clearly offended.Okay.Green signal.He had no idea where I'd been last night."I was at... a friend's house," I said, flashing him the safest smile I could conjure. If he knew the truth, Jaxon would already be dead—and I'd be next."Friend? You don't have any friends.""Ouch, Dad!""Well, it's not like it's a bad thing," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Now tell me—where were you the entire night?""Like I said, I was with a—""Did you go out with that guy you were dancing with?" His frown deepened. "I don't approve. He's not good-lo
AuroraHe drove me home. The car was quiet—quiet in a way that held weight, not discomfort. My legs were draped over Jaxon's lap, my back leaned against the door as he kept his eyes on the road. Every few seconds he flicked a glance at me, quick but unmistakably hungry. He was holding back—which I was thankful for because if he didn't? I would have lost it too.He was driving slower than usual—controlled, composed—like he was afraid one wrong breath might pull us back into each other.And God... the memories wouldn't stop.The heat of his mouth.The way he'd pushed himself deep inside me, stretching me until I couldn't think.The way he'd moved—relentless, certain, sinful.My thighs pressed together at the thought."If you keep staring at me like that," he said quietly, fingers tightening on the wheel, "I'll pull over and fuck you all over again."The veins on his forearms stood out—beautiful, strong, like everything about him was built to ruin me."I can't help it, Alpha," I murmured







