Semua Bab Seducing Alpha Jaxon: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Aurora“It’s okay…” I breathed, though the look on his face hurt far more than the fresh, burning gashes splitting open my side. “It’s—”“Aurora!”Dad’s voice cut through the clearing like a gunshot.My head turned just as he reached me, “Oh my God, princess—who did this?!” His hands hovered over my body, shaking, afraid to touch me in case he made it worse. “You’re bleeding—fuck, you’re bleeding—”Then he saw it.Jaxon’s claws.Daniel’s claws.Still extended.I knew the exact second he scented my blood on Jaxon. His body went rigid. His jaw locked. His eyes darkened into something cold and dangerous.“You did this?” Dad asked, disbelief cracking through every syllable. It was written all over his face—shock, betrayal, fury. “How… how could you?”“Christopher, I—” Jaxon’s voice faltered. His eyes kept drifting back to my wound, to the blood soaking through my clothes. He couldn’t even look at my face for more than a second.It didn’t help that he hadn’t just scratched me.He had torn

SashaSilence flooded the space between us after those words left my mouth. It wasn’t the kind of silence that comforted—it was sharp, humming with everything unsaid. For a long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, until I finally heard the quiet break of his breath.It was really quiet but I heard it anyways.“You don’t know the monster I become when the memories resurface, Aurora,” he whispered, his voice breaking around the truth. A sigh escaped him, ragged and heavy. “I become a madman. There’s no sanity left in my head. My hands stop listening to me, my legs fail to hold me up, and I stop being me--I become something dangerous. Someone that you might not even know....”His eyes lifted to mine, stormy and bare. “You saw what happened, didn’t you? I lost control, Aurora. Everything around me dragged me back to those days, and suddenly every shadow became a threat. Even you—” his voice cracked “—because the woman I loved back then was the greatest threat of my life. I didn't

AuroraI woke up in Jaxon’s bed.And the memory hit instantly.The mark.The drive back.The way he hadn’t asked once we were inside — just closed the door, looked at me, and something in both of us snapped.The mark had changed everything.Every touch had felt amplified. As if my skin had been rewired. Every time his hands slid over me, it was fire meeting fire — no beginning, no end. Just heat folding into heat.And I had craved it.Craved him.More of his hands.More of his mouth.More of that look in his eyes when he lost control because of me.We had wrecked each other on this very bed.Forgotten were my wounds. Forgotten were his. Forgotten was the world.There had only been us. Tangled sheets. Ragged breathing. Skin against skin.And it had been the most alive I had ever felt.Because every second of it — I had shared with Jaxon.My gaze shifted to him now.He was asleep on his stomach, one arm draped lazily over the pillow, dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. Even in

AuroraIt had been a few days since everything fell into place.Dad would leave tomorrow. No surprise attacks. No chaos. For now — even if it felt temporary — we were safe.Jaxon and Daniel had been busy investigating the attack. Whispering in corners. Going quiet whenever I entered the room.I had asked Daniel when we were going to tell Jaxon that Simon wasn’t the traitor.He told me to stay out of it.“Things are deeper than we thought.”That was it.No explanation. No clarity.It went straight over my head.So I insisted we go see Simon.Jaxon was out handling pack duties — checking borders, speaking to patrol leaders, making sure security stayed tight.Which left me here.With Daniel.Heading toward the cells.The air shifted the moment we stepped into the lower corridor. Colder. Heavier. The scent of iron and damp stone clung to the walls.We stopped in front of Simon’s cell.Daniel leaned slightly toward me. “Keep your mouth shut. We have a chance here today—we can get the confi

AuroraSilence swallowed the room whole.It wasn’t the ordinary kind of silence. It was the kind that pressed against your lungs. The kind that made the air feel poisoned.None of us moved.Natasha’s name still hung between us like a loaded weapon.Simon broke first.“It’s not like she’s done it,” he muttered, voice low, strained. “It’s just—”“You’re in denial.” Daniel didn’t even raise his voice. He didn’t need to.Simon’s expression cracked.In two strides he reached the cell bars and gripped them, knuckles turning white as metal screeched beneath his hold. “She spent years serving this pack,” he snapped through clenched teeth. “Years. She bled for it. She sacrificed for it. Natasha is not the kind of person who throws loyalty away. She won’t—I know her. Better than anyone in this world.”Daniel stepped forward slowly.Predatory. Controlled. Lethal.“Jaxon gave up his entire life for his mate,” Daniel said, jaw tight, eyes blazing. “And she still chose to betray him. She slaughtere