Why Do You Hate Me Jonaxx Novels & Stories

“I dropped the head of a dark haired guy named Jonan, in the ocean, sending his burnt body to you.” Jaxon's jaw clenched in frustration, because one thing he hated the most was losing any of his members (even though he had thousands of them). “Oh, you've let this war truly begin.” “It began the moment you killed my son.” Agle spoke through gritted teeth. “More of your members are next.” Jaxon was about to slit the guy on his knee's throat when Blodcard spoke,

Amelia's POV After Kayla stepped away, Jaxon turned his attention back to me. "What's the deal between you two?", he asked. I shrugged, "She hates me. I hate her", I answered. "I don't see you hating anyone", he frowned. "And, I don't see you as a mechanic", I countered. "Shh, keep your voice down. I don't need anyone to know that", he smirked, making me chuckle.

"Why do you harbor such intense hatred for your brother?" Jonas snorted, his eyes flashing with contempt. "You don’t know anything, do you? Asher isn’t my brother. He’s my enemy. He’s the reason our pack is weak and divided. He’s the reason our father is dead. He’s the reason I’ve suffered for years. And now, he’s the reason I’m going to take everything from him: his power, his pack, his mate."

"They are my people. You can’t take them away from me." Daimon froze, stunned by the sheer authority in his son’s voice. For a mere four-year-old, Joxan carried himself with an alarming amount of confidence, as if he were staking a claim over Jessica and Enlyan and drawing a line between them. Daimon blinked, struggling to process the words. Was this really his son? Why did Joxan seem to hate him so much? A dull ache spread through Daimon’s chest. He had barely just found them, yet the distance between them felt immeasurable.

It appeared that I'd been wrong. "Why? Do I disgust you?" He asked, rising to his feet. "No. I just don't feel the same way you do," I told him, and he released a sigh. "Did Jaxon tell you anything about me?" He suddenly blurted out, and I gripped the fabric of my dress, anxiety sinking in. When I still didn't say anything to him, he pivoted on his heels, his back to me. "Did he tell you why he hates me so much?"

“Why do you hate me so much that you would do this to me, to her?” I listen intently. This had been a question on my mind since Henley mentioned it was a rumor. A now seemingly confirmed rumor. The only thing that can make sense of Jonathon not only doing this to his son but his son’s mate is just hatred. “Because you challenged me!” Jonathan roars. “You questioned me and my authority in front of pack members after you found out I was ill. You smelled blood in the water and you got cocky.” he spits at his son.

Even after seeing everything which just happened here with my bare eyes, I still have a soft spot for Jaxon since I'm yet to reject him and I'm still hopeful that he'll come back to his senses and claim me. However, Jaxon eyes me with eyes full of disgust then spits at me. "I've already rejected this bitch and I'll reject her again and again if need be. I can't be with her. I'll never be with her!" He stands his ground. "Why do you hate me this much, Jaxon?" I ask, my eyes already clouding with tears. "I just hate you and you should never question my feelings. Your mere presence pisses me off!" He says shamelessly. "Dad, please take this bastard out of my room before I do something the three

Despite my cruel actions, I never actually physically hit him. Jasper's reactions were always intense, though. He'd get frustrated, hit me until exhaustion set in, and I'd tease and laugh at him, watching with a mix of fascination and disdain as his pale skin turned red with anger. Why did I torment him like that? Was it because I genuinely hated him? But why do I hate him in the first place? The answer is simple: his father. Not his stepfather, but his biological one – Tobias Richter. Just hearing his name makes my stomach twist into knots, filling me with anxiety as I desperately try to suppress the memories that are threatening to surface.

"He hates me. He really, truly hates me. And everyone… everyone saw… they all know…" Jason’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Hey, hey, shhh. It’s okay. Breathe, Nova." His voice was low, soothing against my hair. "He’s an asshole. A colossal, self-absorbed, Loveth-whipped asshole. You know that."

“To see the traitor’s daughter pretending she belongs here? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” “Pretending?” I asked calmly. “Yes. That’s all this is, isn’t it? A performance. The pack bows because they must. But you, ” she leaned closer, “…you’re still the girl whose father tried to destroy us. The blood that burned half our warriors. Did you think a wedding band could wash that away?” Her words sliced deep, but I didn’t let her see the wound. “You seem awfully obsessed with my blood, Zara. Are you sure it’s me you hate, and not the fact that I’m standing where you wanted to?”