JUNE
I hated my soft heart. I hated that sometimes even the worst of the worst, - my mate being one - could get me to feel sympathy for him.
When Jaxon barged into my room, at first I was scared. I felt my heart drop in the pit of my stomach. And immediately I began to wonder what had happened, why he was here and where his Alpha was.
In that moment, I had the time to curse at myself for even caring about him and worry over him despite the pain he caused me.
Jaxon searched the room frantically as if he had been told there was a bomb and it was about to go off. “There's no one here…” he spoke to himself, still searching. Then he turned to me, finally acknowledging my presence, “Are you okay?”
Why wouldn't I be? I wanted to ask but then his pupil dilated, he was reaching out to Alpha
