All Chapters of Entangled Hearts : Mate To My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Maeve’s POV The world around me was chaos, but my mind felt like it was unraveling. Everything was too loud—the shouts, the jeers, the sickening sound of flesh meeting flesh. I stood frozen, my feet rooted to the ground as if someone had glued me in place. My thoughts swirled in a dizzying storm. Why was Jaxon doing this? Why was he tearing Trevor apart like this? Was it because of me? No, that didn’t make sense. Jaxon hated me. He’d made that clear enough when he rejected me.But then why was he so angry? Why was he defending me with such brutal, unrelenting fury? I watched him. I couldn’t look away. His golden eyes were glowing brightly and his movements were sharp and deadly, like a predator playing with its prey. Blood dripped from his fists, his knuckles raw and red, but it didn’t slow him down. He was unstoppable, and it terrified me. And yet… deep down, I wasn’t scared of him. Not really. I should’ve been. Any sane person would’ve been terrified of the beast he’d

Maeve's pov He reached for me again, his hand trembling slightly, as if he was afraid to touch me. “Maeve,” he said, his voice low and rough.I pulled my hand back sharply, glaring at him through the tears in my eyes. “Don’t touch me,” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “You don’t get to do this. Not after what you’ve done.”Before Ares—or Jaxon—could respond, the heavy sound of a door slamming open echoed through the hallway. Mr. Hargrove, the principal, stormed in, his face red with fury. His eyes looked over the chaos: Trevor’s broken form, the crowd of stunned students, and Jaxon standing like a predator who’d just been interrupted mid-hunt.“What in the hell is going on here?” Mr. Hargrove’s voice boomed through the corridor, silencing the whispers and mutterings that had begun to rise. Teachers hurried in behind him, their faces pale as they took in the scene.“Jaxon !” Mr. Hargrove barked, his gaze locking onto Jaxon. “My office. Now.”Jaxon’s jaw tightened, bu

maeve's pov I stood in the hallway, leaning against the cold wall, my arms wrapped around myself like they could somehow hold me together. Ava’s words still echoed in my mind. “You didn’t trust me.” The pain in her voice. The betrayal. It was more than I could bear. I tried to tell myself I did what I thought was right, but deep down, I knew I’d messed up. Ava had always been there for me. She deserved better. She deserved the truth. And I’d kept it from her. I let out a shaky breath, staring at the empty hallway ahead. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was crushing me from the inside. The argument played in my head on a loop. I’d hurt her, the one person who had always had my back. And for what? To protect her? To protect myself? It didn’t even matter anymore. The damage was done. Ava’s face flashed in my mind again—the hurt in her eyes, the way she stepped back like I was a stranger. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall. I wanted to go back, to s

Jaxon's pov "No, he doesn’t!” my father snapped, shaking her off. His eyes, dark with rage, bore into me. “He thinks this is all a joke! Look at him—sitting there like this doesn’t matter! Like we don’t matter!”“That’s not true!” my mom snapped, her voice was breaking. “He’s trying, Marcus. Can’t you see that?”“He’s not trying hard enough,” he growled. “And we don’t have time for him to figure it out. The pack is watching. They’re waiting for him to fail so they can tear us apart. Is that what you want, Jaxon? To watch this pack fall apart because of your arrogance?”“Marcus!” my mom shouted, stepping in front of him now, her hands on his chest to keep him from advancing on me. “Stop it!”For a moment, my father froze, his fists were clenched at his sides. My mom’s presence softened him slightly, but the tension in the room didn’t ease.The silence was deafening until my twin sister, Ava, broke it."Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her voice was trembling with barely contained

I wanted to scream. Not from the pain in my ankle or the ache in my chest, but from the sheer frustration of the moment—of him. The way he looked at me like I was made of glass, like I hadn’t just laid my heart bare in a grocery aisle filled with crushed pads and cheap candy bars. “You know everything you touch—” I started, my voice shaking as I leaned on the counter for balance. “You keep telling me I’m pathetic. That I’d never be a good Luna. You’ve said that crap a hundred times like it’s gospel.” He flinched. Good. “And yet—” I sucked in a breath, swiping furiously at the tears dripping down my cheeks. “Yet you beat the hell out of Trevor when he said stuff about me. You glared holes into Carter when he flirted with me. What the hell do you want, Jaxon? Why can’t you just let me be?” I didn’t mean to cry. I hated crying in front of him. Maybe it was the hormones, or the bond, or the fact that my ankle throbbed like it was trying to detach itself from my body. But mostly—it was