Chapter 27: Team FalloutThe next morning hit like a body check Jax didn’t see coming hard, blindsiding, straight to the ribs.He woke alone in Ronan’s wide bed. The sheets on Ronan’s side were cool, the indent of his body already fading. Faint traces of pine and smoke lingered on the pillow, mixing with Jax’s own shifted scent in a way that felt both foreign and achingly right. Ronan had slipped out before dawn for an early conditioning session with the Ice Wolves—quiet kiss pressed to Jax’s temple, a murmured “I’ll be back before noon,” then the soft click of the front door closing behind him.Jax lay there for a long minute, staring at the ceiling. The bond hummed between them—steady, warm, reassuring, like a low-frequency current running under his skin. The bite mark on his neck had settled overnight into a dull, persistent throb; no longer burning, just present. A reminder. He lifted a hand and touched it gingerly—felt the raised edges of the punctures, the faint bruising already
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