47. Thirst for His Scent

Ivanna's POV

I asked Jax to leave. Not for no reason, but because it was true—I was more appropriate to be in this place than with Jax. No matter how good Jax is, I can't let my guard down because anything can happen.

I had considered it, and the creature in the tube had opened my eyes to the fact that the man I had admired and loved all along was not a good man. He was just obsessed with me, and I didn't want to make that mistake again.

"Eat first. I made this for you on purpose." Jason came carrying a piece of half-cooked steak with blood still melting.

Ough, no! I wanted to vomit looking at that thing on the plate. Fuck if it was vampire food, but I guess Jax was better at preparing it. Especially after he found out about my pregnancy, he would definitely make a super delicious meal, not just unseasoned meat that smells like carrion.

HOEK~!

"Oh, sorry. I let it go, but really, I didn't mean to trivialize this meal," I said, covering my mouth, preventing the sound of vomit from