Alex's POV
If someone had told me two days ago that I’d be hauled up the side of a cliff on the back of a boy I barely knew, and my supposed mate, I would’ve laughed in their face.
I'd have laughed very hard, and then maybe punched them. Yet here I was, with my arms looped awkwardly around Jaxon Maddox’s shoulders, and my legs wrapped around his waist, as I tried my best not to think about how humiliating this entire situation was.
And it wasn’t just that I was being carried, it was how he was carrying me, like I was weightless, and like running uphill on a rocky, and narrow trail with a whole other person strapped to him was nothing more than a casual jog.
I could feel the wind brushing past us, hear the crunch of gravel under his boots, and every few steps, the slight shift of his s
