Semua Bab Seducing Alpha Jaxon: Bab 71 - Bab 80

AuroraJaxon was down.Not just tired or upset—down in the way that hollowed a person out from the inside.He didn't speak. He didn't even look away from the wide window in front of him, where the sun was slowly sinking beneath the horizon, painting the sky in bruised shades of orange and violet. He had been standing there for over an hour now, unmoving, his back to me, broad and rigid like he was bracing himself against something unseen.I sat on the sofa with my knees pulled to my chest, my chin resting on them, watching him.I'd been watching him like this for half an hour.My things had already been moved to another floor—quietly, efficiently—because Dad was here now, and we couldn't afford questions or suspicion. The knowledge sat wrong in my chest, sharp and uncomfortable.The fact that I would have to leave this room soon rubbed me the wrong way too.I didn't want to leave him.Not when he was going through this.Simon had been one of the trusted ones. More than that—he was a b

AuroraWith his whisper, a shiver slid down my spine.This wasn’t just the Jaxon I knew. It was the animal that came with him—the ferocious beast raking his claws over my skin. I knew it. My wolf knew it. He wanted to claim me.And I?I wanted the same fucking thing.I wanted his canines sinking into my neck, wanted his mark burned into me. Marked—For eternity. For him.But alas—none of us were capable of that right now, and the reasons were painfully obvious.Jaxon slid his trousers down, his cock standing proud, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Instinct took over before thought could catch up. I reached for him, wrapped my hand around his length, slid my tongue over the head—slow, deliberate—licking it away before taking him into my mouth, deep, before he could even react.A growl tore from his chest.His fist tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so I had to look at him. His cock slipped free from my lips as he did.“I am about to fuck you, Poppet,” he spat, voice rough,

AuroraSilence stretched between us.Deadly.My question hung there, echoing in the space between our bodies.Jaxon looked at me.Emotionless. Motionless. Just… looking.As if he were staring straight through me instead of at me.And then he said the last thing I expected.“Yes, it is.”His voice was rough. Harsh. Stripped completely of the warmth he had made me so used to.A bitter chuckle slipped past my lips, disbelief burning in my eyes. “I see a… monster.”The word tasted like ash.I turned to walk away because I couldn’t speak anymore. I didn’t have the strength left in me. The fight had drained out of my bones. I wanted the cold night to swallow me whole.But that wasn’t possible, was it?Even in my grave—I would still reach for this man.Before I could take another step, his hand came down, clasping around my arm. Hard. He yanked me back to face him.“It is fucking stupid for someone like you—with a whole life and a bright future ahead—to love me,” he spat. “You can’t fucking

AuroraI slipped into one of his sweatshirts — a deep blue one, soft and oversized, hanging off me like it was meant for someone twice my size. The grey trousers he’d given me were no better; loose, baggy, and heavy enough to qualify as weighted training gear. Not that I’d expected a giant’s clothes to fit me. Still, I was pretty sure if I weighed them, they’d break the scale.When I stepped out of the bathroom, fingers combing through my damp hair — hair that still smelled faintly like Jaxon — I spotted Daniel by the counter, brewing two cups of espresso. The rich scent of coffee filled the air, blending with his cologne. The room smelled like him.I’d never imagined standing in a space that smelled like Daniel.But here I was — wearing his clothes.By the time I walked out of here, I’d probably reek of him too.“That was an asshole move from Jaxon,” I muttered, stepping closer. “He gives you a suite with a built-in coffee machine and dumps me in his cave.”Daniel chuckled, broad bac

AuroraAs if Daniel somehow knew I was seconds away from skipping breakfast altogether, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number:Daniel: Don’t be a scaredy cat—show some guts.I stared at the text for a good minute before sighing. Of course he’d find my number.So, I pulled myself together. I slipped into a soft pajama set—not exactly sexy, but the fabric was silky and hugged in all the right places. Maybe a little sexy, then. I let my hair down, spritzed perfume, and tried to look like someone who hadn’t spent the night drowning in her thoughts.By the time I stepped into the lift, I looked—if not confident—at least composed.My foot tapped against the floor as the elevator hummed downward, each second tightening the coil in my chest.The doors opened too soon.The scent of coffee and toast hit me first, followed by the low hum of voices. Maids moved about with trays, pack members were seated here and there—but my eyes went straight to the table’s center.Jaxon.He sat