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“The last client just walked out a few minutes ago. It’s lights out downstairs now.” “Good. Thanks, Jax.” “Yeah,” he replied then glanced at me. “Is this the newbie?” Sahid frowned at him. “She’s my guest, Jax. Good night.” “Yeah,” he said and hurried away. “Who’s that?” I asked. “That’s Jax. He works for me and he’s been here almost as long as I have been. His mother was one of my mother’s girls. She died of a terrible illness when Jax and I were little boys. My mother kept him here and raised him like a nephew.”

I was shocked to find the pack staring at Jax with so much admiration, as if he was their hero, the same Alpha they perceived him to be was the exact opposite of who I saw him to be. "Jaxon!" A woman called out, rushing to where Jax and I stood. Her auburn strands escaped the neat bun she placed them in. I'm guessing Jax got his dark brown hair from his father. "How did the meeting go?" She pulled him into a hug, careful her paint stained hands didn't go onto his clothes. "Actually better than expected, this is Felicity." Jax smirked gesturing towards me, his mother narrowed her eyes in confusion before a wide smile of realisation graced her face and she pulled me into a tight hug.

I revealed and the entire room went silent, seeming to gasp in shock as they processed what I meant by that. I scoffed as I noticed Lexi’s surprise, even with all the time she spent with Jax among the rogues, he had not told her that he had a mother in this pack. “The rogue here, Jax revealed earlier that my mother is also his and she gave birth to him years ago but she chased him away and abandoned him,” I said, taking in the shock on their faces. “Is he perhaps implying that he might be your brother?” Elder Simpson asked, speaking for the first time since the meeting started.

“Yes, I paid but our deal was different. She wanted to keep you alive so she was a good, little girl and obeyed.” “Are you sure you can go another round? You look like you’re about to fall flat on your face.” I taunted, aiming my own weapon at him. “Shut up! If I had known she would be coming here, I would have stayed back. My mother’s the only person stopping me from blowing all of your heads.” “I never knew you even had a mother, Jax, I never knew bastard's like yourself came forth through the womb of a woman ,I always thought you were carved in hell by the devil himself.” I cursed.

The car stopped, and Thomas stepped out of it. Pisces hurriedly trotted over. “Commander, it’s them who have been making trouble here.” Thomas nodded and walked over. “Are you guys the family members of Jax?” A woman said, “Yes, I’m Jax’s mother! You bastards killed my son. I want justice for my son!” Thomas chuckled and said, “Justice? Why can’t I understand? Jax just injured his head, and he has been discharged from the hospital. Nothing happened, so what kind of justice are you asking for?”

My mother was alive all this while, and she's been held captive for years in the same pack where I had been bullied and beaten down. The tears continued to pool at the corners of my eyes. Alpha Jaxon had done it. While I thought of how she lay there, helpless, my hatred for Alpha Jaxon increased. From the time of the raid, he had separated me from my parents. Now he went ahead to experiment on my mother, all because she was a Silver Blood. "So I was right. She was your mother," Bryan declared, but it didn't concern me, as I had other pressing matters—like the banging in my head. Although it had reduced a bit, this proximity to the one who owns it didn’t reduce that much.

More than once, she’d had to fight down the urge to ask him if he wanted her to fetch him a plastic sheet to sit on. “Jax, this is my Mom, Annie Matthews. Mom, Jax Hamill.” They regarded each other, both seeing quite a bit, neither one totally sure that they liked what they saw. From Annie’s side, she saw a whole lot of trouble and heartache – a hot biker playing business owner, a guy who’d been with far too many women, a man who was going to screw her daughter over, in every sense of the expression.

He smiled bitterly. Jason poked me repeatedly on the chest. " She isn't our mother.Unless you want to count the fact that we came from her." " Jaxon...." " She left us to dry ,Jaxon!"Jaxon yelled now , smashing the mahogany table with the force of his anger.I winced now. Jaxon had lost control.There it was . Jaxon's full hate for our mum .The veins stood out on his muscular body. "The sooner you realise she isn't our mother instead of cuddling up like she did the right thing all those years ago,the better for you"

“Then you’re exactly who I want beside me. On my team. Leading the next generation of elite hunters.” Her chest tightened, pride clashing with something uneasy. “That’s what I’ve trained for,” she said honestly. “I’m ready to leave my grandfather’s house behind. To work. To matter.” Jax’s smile turned faintly conspiratorial. “Freedom will suit you.” The silence that followed was different. Not heavy. Not strained. Just… charged. Then Jax spoke again, quieter now. “My parents are still very much in love,” he said. “My mother worries. She warned me tonight. Said you were too young.”