Fated to the Broken Rogue
He stepped our of the shadows, tall and imposing, his face breaking into a grin, as if he couldn't see the unconscious human in my hands.
"Alpha Jaxon." I inclined my head, keeping my voice steady.
I didn't dare move Elliot an inch, even when the weight of him strained every fiber of my muscles, I refused to let go.
Jaxon’s eyes drifted to Elliot now, concern flickering in those blue orbs. "Who's this?"
“A friend,” I replied, sharper than I meant. “One who needs your healer. Immediately.”
His brows knitted as he took in the severity of the situation, his smile fading. He turned, nodding curtly at Markus, who had been watching us with barely concealed disdain.
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