Alpha Jax
Long silver hair fell past her waist, she wore a white dress that bared her arms, with a high slit that went mid-thigh, gold jewelry adorned her ears, neck, and arms.
She looked beyond empyreal.
The rogues tried to run, but their attempt proved futile, and like magic, tornados circled each of them, bringing them up to the sky where they were held bound.
Their screams and palpable fear made me joyful.
"Jax?" I looked to the side.
Zharn.
"You're alive!" I said, full of glee.
"As you are!" We embraced each other.
"Your mate is powerful," he told me. "This is something like we have never seen before."
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