Alpha Jax
I grin as I pull it open and am met with Brooke’s shining smile, Theo’s classic smirk, and Dad’s stiff, inscrutable expression.
“Hey, you guys made it!” I chirp, waving them inside.
It has been just shy of two weeks since the full moon confirmed Jax and me as mates, and his mom wasn’t kidding about wanting to have my family over for dinner soon. With the battle in Denver drawing closer, there’s no time like the present. The danger of the fight and the uncertainty of the outcome has been weighing on us all over the past couple weeks.
“Nice place,” Brooke comments as she slides her black leather jacket off of her shoulders, looking around the interior of the packhouse.