Jaxon's POV
I clenched my jaw as I watched Alex sit beside that blonde-haired i***t, Dorian, or whatever his name was. The guy had just shown up this morning, and somehow, within minutes, he'd made himself comfortable enough to be sitting beside Alex, chatting her up like they were long-lost buddies.
I didn’t want to look, but I did. Every few seconds, my eyes flicked toward the two of them. I told myself it was nothing. That it didn’t matter, that Dorian didn’t know Alex was a girl, and Alex had no interest in him anyway, but none of those logical points were helping me right now.
Because every time she smiled at something Dorian said, or worse, laughed, my hand would ball into a fist on the desk, and even worse than seeing it was feeling it.
Through the mate bond, I could feel the w
