Jax*
“Jax.” She called my name. “I would have kissed you if things weren’t messed up.” She said before leaving. Why did she say that? Why was she making this worse? I hated this. I hated the effect she had on me. I hated the feelings I felt. I hate that my wolf is begging to mate. I hate how attracted I was to her. It was becoming increasingly hard to deny what I felt for her and this was bad.
The Red Clove Council told me I needed to mate with her or get her to accept my rejection because I was getting distracted. I was losing myself and it was all because of that girl. That thing. I knew she was punishing me for how I reacted to finding out she was my mate. I am a king. I can’t be mated to just anyone.
Everything was a game. My life and role were a game. It needed precision and stra
