Jax’s POV
With my heart pounding, I grabbed one of the knives and glanced at her with a forced smile. “of course not…”
‘Are you insane, Jax?’ Fenrir, my wolf, growled inside me. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I chopped onions into small pieces.
Damn it. Not now, Fenrir, I thought back sharply.
‘Jax! Stop! Are you trying to kill me?!’ Fenrir complained, sounding angrier. I tried to block him out and sighed as I moved on to crushing garlic. Every time my hand touched the steel knife, I wanted to scream.
It was agonizing like fighting an invisible enemy that could destroy me. Yet I couldn’t show the pain. They would either think I was strange or become frightened.
I bit my lip. Sweat continued dripping as I peeled the garlic.
‘Jax, stop this. Are you willing to risk me for that woman
