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I whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.

the young Alpha pleaded. “Say I love you too back, Joy and get your pansy drama over with. You still got rascals to fight and deal with, and don’t make me complain to mom that the perfect sextuplet was getting “it” on with her mate in the war zone,” Jax teased and threatened. “If you want my forgiveness, Lex then kill him,” Joy said while pointing at Jax and then glared at her punk of a brother for sporting two brazenly noticeable middle fingers at her.

I slumped my shoulders. Frankly, I felt Cage was a better choice for her. He's never given her as many issues as Jax did, but I keep the thought to myself. Zharn loved his best friend, and his conclusion is that Jax is in love with Scarlett. I see it too, but they're hurting each other. "She should be back home soon, though. He ditched me to drive her back." I chuckled. "What?" "Nothing, it's just so funny." "You think that's funny?"

Guess it isn’t every day that they have guests from other packs over for dinner. “Theo, Brooke, these are my sisters,” Jax says nonchalantly, tossing a thumb in their direction and naming them off in order. “Jade, Jenna, and Juliet.” “I totally see the resemblance,” Juliet marvels, her eyes flickering between Theo and I. “Jaxy, how the hell did you miss that?”

The labels over the doors here were smaller and more cramped, as if the system didn’t consider these paths as “premium content.” JAX / JAX MARTIN – EARLY RELEASE. JAX – BETRAYAL EXIT. JAX – HEROIC DEATH. JAX – COLLATERAL. He stared up at the one that had his handle in caps. JAX – BETRAYAL EXIT. The glow around the frame was subtler than the Core Fusion door’s, but it was there—a faint, steady pulse, like a heartbeat under a shirt. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Of course that’s the one you want me to open, you voyeuristic piece of junk.”

POV: JAXON We filmed the statement in our living room. Simple. Direct. Honest. No fancy production. No PR team. Just me, sitting in my home, speaking from the heart. The FBI helped distribute it. Social media. News outlets. Everywhere. Within hours, it was everywhere. I looked into the camera and spoke. "My name is Jaxon Winters. Formerly Jaxon Romano. I was born into a legacy of violence and fear. My father, Dante Romano, ran a criminal organization for over thirty years. He hurt people. Destroyed lives. Built an empire on suffering.

The subject line just had a number: *01*. I clicked the link. A large high-definition image file began to d******d. The progress bar filled up slowly on the screen. "What is this Jax?" I asked. I pulled the phone back to my ear. "Its just taking forever to load." "Just look at the center of the frame when it opens " Jax said. He sounded dead serious. "Look at what Maya was carrying in that blanket." The progress bar hit one hundred percent. The image snapped onto the screen. It was bright and perfectly clear. It was despite the night background of the airport terminal.

Chapter 44 Marked WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. But she was also Zinnia, Nicholas Wyatt’s woman. The very same man who she just discovered was her mate. But he is just a simple human, he might get hurt and may not be able to understand her origin.

The red wine paired perfectly with judging how people were dressed and acted. “Vincent!” Looking over, Alpha Jax had walked up to us. He had this fake barbie on his arm that I immediately recognized as his mate, Cara. “Jax. Good to see you.” Vincent stood up and shook hands with his. “You know Ethan and his beta Damon.”

"I saw you naked... and you're so hot... I'm just being awkward. I'll shut up." I couldn't help but laugh. Jax was rarely thrown off; I loved that I had that kind of power over him sometimes. I pulled my festive sweatshirt over my head. "You can turn around now. I'm clothed." He turned around slowly as if he didn't believe me. Once he realized I was, indeed, clothed, his eyes hovered on my sweatshirt. It had a portrait of Santa holding a white claw on it. "Santa Claws?" Jax asked, "Where did you get that?"