All Chapters of Seducing Alpha Jaxon: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AuroraThe shiver that ripped down my body refused to be shaken off, no matter how hard I tried. It owned me. He owned me. No matter what I pretended, Jaxon always held more power over me than I ever had over him. Blame my hormones, my heart, my fucked-up mind—everything in me curved back to him.But I knew...there was no way, this man was letting me go anytime soon."Never seen a performer so determined to make the customer lose control," he murmured, his voice dark with intent, "especially when there are no bouncers around to save them."His index finger rose, trailing a slow path between my breasts before sliding lower. Heat followed the line of his touch, burning into my skin even through the dress.He was danger—beautiful, addictive, fatal.Every instinct in me screamed run. Every other part of me screamed closer. And I? I didn't have any choice. Because my body woundn't listen and my mind woundn't calm down."What now?" he asked, voice low and edged, "You going to lose it, now

Jaxon"Take care of her, okay?" Christopher leaned against my car, worry etched deep in his features before his gaze flicked to Aurora—currently losing a battle with her suitcase. Yes, A suitcase.God. This woman could knock a wolf on its ass, but dragging a suitcase? Impossible."I'll take care of her. Don't stress, buddy." I clapped his back and pushed off the car, moving toward Aurora, who hadn't even managed to drag the damn thing a full meter from the house.Cute.I bit back a grin. "Let me help, Poppet," I murmured, fingers curling around the handle."Wait—I can do—"She didn't finish. I lifted the suitcase like because it literally weighed nothing, carried it to the trunk, and tossed it in with the rest.Four suitcases. Four. My car looked like it was smuggling an entire boutique. Aurora's person closet to be carried all the way to my pack because she woundn't do anything without style."You do realize we're in the middle of a war, right?" I shut the trunk and let my gaze linge

Aurora"So you have a hobby, Alpha?" I asked, my gaze fixed on the painting before me—though all it took was one drag of his lips along my neck to tear my attention away. His mouth moved like it owned every inch of my skin, and his hands followed, cupping my breasts, squeezing, pulling me flush against him.Oh fuck...He was really making me lose it."Yes, Poppet," he murmured, voice dipped in heat, thick and rough with hunger, "Does it surprise you?""Well, I thought I was your only hobby," I whispered back, my voice lowering as his hand slipped downward. I was barely clothed—just his shirt hanging loose around me, nothing underneath. We had fucked an hour ago—rough, merciless, dripping in heat and in Jaxon Blackwood's sinful, signature positions paired with his filthy words.I could still feel the ghost of him inside me. The length of him and the brush of it against my walls.And my body—god, my traitorous body—still wasn't done. It wanted him again. And again.Endlessly."Hobby?" H

AuroraDaniel's eyes snapped to me the moment my voice split the air—cold, precise, like a blade slicing through the anger twisting his features."Well now..." he drawled, head tilting as a slow, unimpressed smirk curled at his mouth. "Do I hear retaliation?"I didn't hesitate. I didn't flinch. Instead? I stepped forward until I stood directly in his line of fire, locking my gaze onto his—he could be a deadass strong Alpha with thousand of soldiers but I didn't give a shit. None could insult Jaxon like that because that's not what he'd earned after all those sacrifices."You know what? I don't know you. Don't know your past, your pack, or whatever tragic corpse of backstory you might be dragging behind you. But in the last five minutes?" My stare didn't waver, and my voice tightened, "All I've seen is you do is fucking whining." My words hit like spit on stone and Daniel's expression wavered."Like a fucking child. Complaining about responsibilities you chose to take on. Doesn't that

AuroraHis confession settled between us like a storm that had forgotten to thunder—quiet, heavy, thick enough to choke. The only mistake? My heartbeat stuttered. What else could be hiding behind those unreadable silver eyes of his?"What is it, Jaxon?" I whispered, softer than before, afraid that anything louder might break him further.He didn't understand it—not fully. But he could set the entire world on fire and I would still wait for him in the ashes with a trembling smile and outstretched hands. Maybe I didn't know what to call the way he hollowed out a space in me, or maybe I did and I simply feared saying it too soon. But Jaxon Blackwood... he could be a monster, a sinner, a storm that tore down kingdoms—and I would still look at him and see a fucking heaven.That's how far gone I was.That's how easily he pushed me right to the edge of madness—and how willingly I stayed there.There was no escape for me now. And God help me... I reveled in it."None in this world knows about