Jaxon’s POV
Pain was easier than fear.
That was the truth I had learned a long time ago, long before Alexander had a name and long before the pack learned to watch my moods like weather. Pain was simple. Pain could be mastered.
And I had actually mastered it, back then when I was nothing but an experiment and a lab rat to my uncle. I learned pain and made it my slave. Made everyone else feel it as well, to see if they could master it the way that I did.
And I actually thought I was a pro at that. Until she came into my life and I could no longer act the way I was used to.
Fear?
Fear slipped through cracks. It couldn't be mastered no matter how hard I tried. No matter how fast I tried to outrun it, and no matter how f*****g hard, I wanted to ignore it.
I drove my fist into the pos
