Alpha Jaxon

You could hear a pin drop at that moment. I felt Scarlett’s anger gnawing and banging incessantly inside her, forcing her to be let out. Her face was contorted in a scowl, her thick dark brows furrowed, and a visible sheen of sweat coated her creased forehead. Her lips were chapped, and I couldn’t help but boil inside with the thought of her having gone for hours without food.

"Wh-y?" she muttered, hanging her head. I could hear the strain in her voice even as it dipped.

Her mother, the person responsible for the murder of my own, cackled. I wanted nothing but to tear her limb by...