Chapter 54
As we walk deeper into the Alpha house, i nearly gap
Ugh
The place reeks of them–Diana’s cloying scent still clings to the walls like decay. Grace’s scent–bitter and spoiled, just like her lingers in the air, mixing with the faint musk of Travis.
It’s nauseating. Overpowering, Suffocating.
instinctively, I move closer to Jack, pressing against his side like I want to crawl under his skin. And gods, I really do. He doesn’t say a word, just lets me cling to him.
Thank the Goddess for his scent–clean, woodsy, and darkly intoxicating. It slices through the stench like a blade, grounding me, keeping the bile from vising in my throat.
“I swear,” I mutter, half–laughing. “If I breathe this in for one more minute, I might start throwing up Grace’s name.”
Jack chuckles, deep and amused, then leads me toward the glass doors that open into a wide garden. It overlooks the entire pack territory, bathed in silver moonlight. The view is stunning–if you can ignore the underlying rot,
He holds the door open for me with a mock bow, and I grin as I step outside, breathing in the fresh air like salvation.
“So…“1 ask, glancing up at him as we walk. “Are you really planning to run this place yourself now? The big bad Alpha of two packs?”
Jack scoffs, letting out a dry laugh. “Hell no.”
I raise an eyebrow.
He leans against the stone railing, arms crossed over his broad chest, looking out at the land like it’s just another burden to carry. “Handling Blood Fang is already a pain in the ass. I became Alpha too young–thrown into the fire after my uncle betrayed us. I’ve been cleaning up his messes ever since.”
I reach out, my fingers brushing against his arm. His voice sounds… tired. And that’s rare. Jack doesn’t do tired.
He glances at me, a half–smile tugging at his lips. “So no, I’m not taking over Red Night. I’ll observe while I’m here. See if anyone’s worthy. Someone strong enough to lead without needing to grovel. When we have a son, I’ll step down from Blood Fang and let him carry the legacy.”
1 blink.
A son?
My face instantly heats up. I bite my lower lip, trying to hide the smile threatening to break through the blush. Jack notices, of course, and smirks.
“Thinking about it already?” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “I’m not giving you pups until you prove you can handle me first.”
He laughs–loud, genuine, and free.
But then, without warning, my thoughts drift to someone I haven’t seen since the moment I returned to this pack. Caspian.
My best friend. The only one who ever treated me as more than the pack’s leftover scraps. Strong, level–headed, fiercely loyal. If anyone deserves to lead this place, it’s him.
I smile slowly, turning to Jack with a flirtatious flutter of my lashes. “I have someone in mind.”
Jack lifts a brow, “Do you now?”
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Before he can fire back, the door behind us creaks open. A water steps cut and bows his head respectfully
“Alpha,” the man says, his eyes ficking triedy to me before returning to Jack. “We’ve confirmed it. The Aphta of Red Night is out on a business.”
Jack straighters immediately, his face hardening,
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“Yes, Alpha
I watch Jack in profile, the last light of the setting sum casting shadows across his face. And in that moment, I understand just how dangerous he truly is He’s not just a possessive, jealous Alpita with a sharp temper and a mouth constantly want to shut with a kiss.
He’s a strategist. A ruler. A weapon.
And he’s mine.
Jack turns to me, sensing my gaze. He brushes a knuckle softly along my cheek 71 be right back. I need to handle this personally
“I missed you,” I whisper.
“I missed you more than you’ll ever know.”
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