Alpha VS Alpha
She ran behind the desk and ducked behind her father just as Jaxon, our ten-year-old son, stormed in.
“I know you’re in here. You can’t hide from me,” Jaxon huffed, his face red with anger.
Jaxon was the perfect balance between Rider and me. He was dominant but impulsive, serious but also playful. He had my blonde hair and blue eyes, while Roxanna was the spitting image of her father. Her personality, though, was far from his. She was more like her Uncle Rory, a prankster, and always up to mischief. Hence the current situation.