Castan

Warriors, and took the service stairs down to the garage. Just as I opened the driver's door of my black sedan, m

g once befor

? What'

kground. "Jaxon's dead drunk in VIP Room Three and sm

ing lower abdomen and glan

lar alcohol doesn't work on

ered his voice. "And he keeps roaring your name, cursing about a 'ten-year bastard.' If you don't

dal blew up, the Council of Elders would

address. I'

an hour later, I pushed open the heavy door of VIP Room Three. The ste

s hand, shattered glass all over the carpet. At the sound of my footsteps, he lifted

ise

wronged child and buried h

me. You ree

her we hauled his tall frame into my car. By the time I dragged him up

r sofa when a stern voice came

middle of the night-is this how

in hand-Jaxon's father, the former Alpha. The old man ruled the family with an iron fi

the

ze and instinctively straightened his

e walked down. "Word has already reached my side that you're trying to dissolve

His drunken mind was a

im, blocking his view,

much tonight because the southern minin

wed his shar

about dissolving

bling in my pockets. "Brittany came back with old injuries. Jaxon

him staring at the back of my head, as

ween us and let o

Luna this Pack could ask for. If you dar

Jaxon muttered hoarse

ed toward his wing. Once the hallway fell silent, I releas

lie to the ol

fa cushions, his face flushed, b

t want unnecessary troubl

rm suddenly shot out, clamped around my wr

u that eager to climb i

anned across my face. His

axon. You'

d me down until my knees hit the edge of the sofa,

opped against my skin, hoarse an

ollarbone beat fast and heavy. My chest sq