I swallow slowly, trying my damndest to keep a bland expression on my face. I know exactly what will happen when I tell them what Jack did. Elijah will be out for his blood this very minute, and Orthros will happily walk by his side on the way there.
What will ensue will be a mess so f*cked up, I won’t be able to be with my mate for heaven knows how long. Not to mention that poor Lady Ambrose is at the hospital, probably giving birth, which should be a joyous and special event, until they drag her mate away to unalive him.
I don’t care about Jack. Really, I don’t. He should burn in hell for what he did, and the thing is… he will pay for his crime. Whether Elijah knows or not that my ex had struck me, by the look on big brother Orthros’s face, Jack is already on some sort of death row; a
