Jaxon.
"God, she's beautiful," Barton muttered, tears brimming his eyes, as he scrolled through the photos of Melody on my phone.
Photos of her in bed, reading one her favourite novels, sitting on the floor of the pup nursery, having a tea party with them. Photos Jace and I had secretly taken of her over the few short weeks together, some from the Pack members who cherished and enjoyed having mementos of their Luna to print off and hang around.
His hands slowed on the scrolling when he came across Jace and Melody sleeping on the swing, then her and I kissing in the kitchen. His hand tightened, his eyes freezing on Melody's smiling face that warmed me even through the distance.
I didn't trust the man, almost not even wanting to show him any photos of my mate, until Jace offered his
