Five years.
Five years of Fray trying to get close to Jax and failing.
She had tried everything.
She wore the finest clothes, the most expensive perfume, smiled at him in the hallways, spoke to him in soft, sweet tones.
She offered to walk with him, to dine with him, to share his bed.
He refused every time.
Jax was polite but distant.
He treated her with the cold courtesy of a host to an unwanted gues, never raised his voice, never insulted her, he just simply… ignored her.
Fray's frustration grew with each passing months and years.
She watched him train with the warriors, laugh with Nathan, and play with Kael.
She watched him avoid her, never meeting her eyes, never staying in a room she entered.
She was the mother of his son, she was supposed to be his Luna.
But he would
