My mom raced out of the kitchen just as I entered the entrance hall.

“We have to call the guards, he's not going to stop until he's ripped Jaxon apart,” she cried out at me in a panic.

I had no idea why, but I wasn’t worried. It wasn’t that I didn’t care if Jaxon got beaten to a pulp… Well… I thought for a second. No, I didn’t want to see him too badly hurt, but for some strange reason, I trusted my Alpha. He had his fist pulled high into the air, while Jaxon was shielding his face with his arm.

“Bain, enough, please,” I asked softly while...