Alpha Jax

I paced on my office hardwood flooring, the material creaking under my combat boots. My right hand tapped on the front of my thigh as I chewed on the inside of my cheek. There was something about Scarlett, something that stopped me from murdering her on sight. I ignored my father’s raised eyebrow as he scrolled through his phone.

“You know you won’t kill her right?” he nonchalantly asked, picking up a glass of water from the black oaken table.

“She is a trespasser, she will suffer the same fate as the rest,” I ground out the words, running my right hand through my hair.

“It takes you...