Jaxson looks at Alaska as she emerges from her bedroom. He has been up half the night, just sitting on the sofa staring at Alaska’s door like he used to do early in the piece, sleeping on that broken old sofa waiting for her nightmares.Sleeping with one eye closed, wanting to get to her before it got too bad. The sofa is new and a lot more comfortable now, but right now the anxiety is very much the same.Jaxson stares at Alaska’s neat clothing and glowing face, her small amount of makeup is impeccable. Her lips look soft and subtle with a tint of pink. She looks healthy. She looks glowing. She looks a long way off all the other times that she has presented herself in front of the five. Admittedly, it is not often that she has had to show herself in front of them. Jax has to go once a week, but Alaska has only been requested as little as once every six months. Alaska may have good breeding and come from good bloodlines, but they expect very little from a female beta blood who would st
*Three years earlier continued*The large black wolf skirts the edge of the summer pack, just as he is about to head to the main entrance to be allowed in by the border patrol, he has a strange feeling down his spine.He has been to the summer pack many times before. Technically, the alpha, Valen, is his uncle. He is a couple of times removed but they all like to play on it. At one time, in Jaxson’s great-great grandfather's time, this was all one pack. The seasons pack, Jaxson’s great-great grandfather had four sons, which was incredibly rare for an alpha. The sons were very close in age, one set of twins and two separate on either side. The season's pack was incredibly large, to the point where it was nearly too difficult to protect the borders. All the sons were very similar in abilities, which made it hard for him to choose who was going to take the pack.The only logical solution was to split the pack into four smaller pieces and allow each of his sons to have a pack of their own.
Driving up to the summer pack has much the same feeling as that first time he re-entered it all those years ago and found out the depth of the betrayal. The people that he thought would be there for him, the ones that he considered family. The ones he considered good people. He thought it was bad then. But the more he learned, the more he thought about it, the worse it became. Jaxson's hands move without him releasing his grip in the slightest, the cheap plastic steering wheel making a sort of screeching sound under his hands. Alaska finally looks up from the radio and places a soft hand over his. "It is all going to be fine" Jaxson is like this every single time. It is like that same feeling of dread and clarity washes over him and then every time he has to swallow down all those intense feelings and smile at the scheming bastards that caused him to lose so much, the ones he actually went to as a savior were the ones that took it all away.He believed that this trip would help, b
Alaska just puts one sandal-clad foot in front of the other on the bitumen-paved driveway. Her hand brushes against Jax's large hand, grounding her just that little bit as hatred washes over her, it's so thick and fast. Sometimes it's a little harder to swallow down than others, but she manages to push it all into the pit of her stomach and put on her token fake smile. Back before all this, she didn't even know that a fake smile was a real thing she didn't understand what someone would even use such a thing for. She spent so much of her time smiling and having fun. No matter the workload or what life threw at her, she could still smile happily. Now it has just become a piece of her mask, a necessary item, better than any makeup at hiding the true feelings inside. A smile can hide a million truths. It is as necessary mask in her workplace as it is here. She looks up at the one dark-haired man who stands between his four golden blonde sons. There is no doubt that all five of them are
Valen smiles as the sweet girl kisses his cheek. She is skinnier now, but that is the only real difference he notices, maybe a little bit more hollow in the eyes, they just don't have the same glitter they once had, but that is to be expected. It is impossible for such an innocence to survive in such conditions.Everything is crushed, the beautiful flower is wilted.He feels silly for even suspecting them. It isn’t even like it is two together, it is one male and a weak female that, even though she could’ve had the talent and the bloodline to step forward and take her birthright, she chose to sit back and watch her mate claim the glory.She was pathetic then and while it is admirable that she pulled herself together to this point, expecting her to come out of those depths with anything more than a basic need to survive is overreaching. She couldn't take the title then and now she is the same, happy to sit back and let others lead while she hangs on for dear life desperatly trying not t
As soon as they return home, Alaska disappears into her room and Jaxson is left to sit on the sofa alone. She didn’t speak anymore on the drive or subsequent run back to the warehouse. They didn’t feel as if they were followed, but they will never take a such chances always making sure to cover their tracks. They have tried to keep everything hidden within the space, but if the warehouse was found, the rest would unravel quickly.Jaxson has the television on, playing some series that fails to spark his interest enough to allow him to focus on anything other than Alaska’s closed door. He craves to hear her voice, to feel her touch. He knows that the whole experience hurt her, but right now it feels like it hurt him a whole lot more. The word friend still bouncing around his head telling him everything he already knows but cutting him to pieces at the same time.Hours move slowly by but still a closed door separates the pair. He is in no mood to workout. He looks briefly at the kitchen t
Jax grits his teeth, he wishes he had her confidence, he would like to take the cowards way out on this one, but he knows that he would never talk her into such a thing unless they have at least tried. The more he has thought about it and just witnessing the five today, he saw Valen’s suspicion fade throughout the visit, but he knows that is only fleeting, he knows that at least one of his cousins would rather just eliminate them.Every word he said is true, it is only a matter of time and they cannot live indefinitely with a dagger hanging over their heads."I hope you are right"Alaska nods as she looks down at her phone. She was not expecting this to be so easy, this is a big hurdle passed. But from now, it only gets harder. Her fingers move swiftly across the screen of her phone. Words that she never thought that she would write to another man come out as forced as she expected they would. Seeking justice for Torin by seemingly betraying him in such a way is torturous. After a few
Alaska only manages to just swallow back her laugh as she subtly elbows him in the ribs, all the tension leaving her body with his self-assured words are said in such a natural way. Jaxson keeps his arm around her for the whole rest of the night and Alaska is amazed at how comfortable it feels. They have always been close and he has done things a whole lot more personal than this, but that was more in a caring role to now actually acting as if they are really in a relationship. That dynamic is so different.It is strange but somehow not completely repulsive.Jaxson and Alaska laugh as they exit the building, even though her metabolism easily works off the alcohol. For the first time in a long time she is feeling relaxed. She jumps on Jax’s back and he naturally catches her legs, her black stiletto shoes dangling from one hand which are crossed around his neck."Who would have thought I managed to miss the fact that I have been dating someone for three years, according to my colleagues"
Jax’s arm is firmly fixed around Alaska, holding her close to his body. He can feel her warm breath penetrating the material of his shirt, but it doesn’t make him feel the comfort that he would usually feel, instead he just feels frustrated.He scrubs his free hand down his face, pulling his skin so exaggeratedly under his eye to the point that the red of his socket can be seen even past his closed eyes."I don’t know Alaska. Maybe this means I am supposed to be alone for a lifetime""Don’t say that, wouldn’t that mean that I am too?"The air in the room freezes and any pitying thought that still lingered in Jaxson’s mind is gone. He looks at Alaska with wide eyes.Jax is almost too scared to say anything in case she understands the real meaning behind her words, but he can’t keep quiet and what is a simple question to some but the most loaded question to her comes tumbling out."Do you think that you are ready for that?"Jax knows that he has fucked up again, he didn’t need to push,
"I completely choked in there"Jaxson and Alaska are back in their warehouse lying on Alaska’s bed. Jaxson is just staring blankly at the cork tile ceiling above him as if he can count the millions of holes on the otherwise white surface.Alaska lays with her arm draped over him and her cheek resting on his chest just staring at everything but nothing at all. It was a mission to get him back here without being tracked. While Jaxson was still living and breathing, he was just going through the motions and far more reminiscent of a dead weight than anything else.It was an effort and by the time they arrived back she is sure that it appeared much the same as the first day they arrived here, only she is sure that she didn’t look as heroic as Jax would have. She was a sweaty, exhausted mess, he is heavy!Jax’s words snap her out of her stupor."You did not choke"Alaska pats his chest."What else do you call sitting there as a mute, unable to look at anything or anyone, unable to even tel
A single sentence hits the room like a bomb in the pin drop silent space, it is as if even the music has stopped and if it is still playing Alaska fails to hear it. The words went off like an explosion in her ear drums, still leaving that ringing in its wake. Her brain still rattling at the admission and when she can finally gather her senses enough, she finally pays attention to the woman perched upon Arden. Arden's movements with Mila’s hips do not cease, so it appears as if she is still grinding into him even when her fate is in the room. The rest of Mila's body is still as if shocked at the words, the secret between two suddenly known by everyone. The usual most precious moment is a disaster, the whole thing is a spit in the face of the goddess.Alaska looks at Jax again for confirmation, and she sees it all in his eyes. Suddenly it all makes perfect sense, the timing, the sudden change in demeanor, it all started at the door of the room. She just was so focused on everything e
After the meeting the other day, they thought it was decided that these two were as nothing as they have ever been, so now they really can't understand Draven’s intention in extending the invitation. Alaska elbows Jax again and replies herself when he still doesn't utter a word."I am not sure exactly, Jax got a phone call from Trip and nothing more was explained"It is easy to believe that such an open request would be followed by these two weaklings. Summoned and complied that is all that is ever expected of them. Arden stares at his phone. Trip needed to go into far more detail about the topic of the meeting since he invited so many and his alpha failed to turn up, he considers calling the man again, but since it came to nothing before and then the betas failure to mention such a thing, it seems rather pointless to try again. The most important thing now is to find an excuse to send these two on their way, they are intolerable at the best of times and things were just starting to g
Arden stares at the phone, The original intention of Draven’s meeting slipping from his mind as easily as that."Well…."Cohen interrupts before he even has a chance to say anything."So Draven is too busy jacking it with the blood or whatever he does after his little kill sprees to come see us?" Arden looks at his brother and just starts laughing, covering over that disturbing thought. Both of the twins' minds going back to the undertaking. For obvious reasons, they didn't participate in the attack of the pack they were intending to take control of, just incase they were recognized. Even with all of them covering the fur of their very obviously blonde wolves and their scents to the best of their ability, it just wasn't a risk worth taking.Even with their collectively vicious minds, they understood the importance of painting themselves as the good guy. Their packs all believing that the group saved them from the grips of something else, someone alot worse. It was a much easier road
Arden and Cohen sit in the private room of the club. It is not the same club that Hayden lost his life, much less the same room. This club is much more subdued, and it is always Draven’s go-to when he actually makes an attempt to socialize, for the other three brothers and even their father, it is classified as the most boring of the countless venues under their banner but as like most things, it serves a particular purpose and no one ever opposes Draven's suggestion on the limited few times he actually makes one. The music in the room is at a dull beat, barely even audible, the light is dulled as much as it can be with the fixtures, but it is still much brighter than required to give the usual comfortable drinking atmosphere. If there are meetings to be held with people outside the pack, they often times will end up here, which gives the allies a more business like feel, which seems to be an appeal for Draven even at an otherwise common meeting of the family. Of course, today it i
Jax has a way of saying something so self-depreciating in such a light and airy way it is hard to take it as seriously as it should be taken. Alaska barks out a laugh, her hip moving quickly to hit Jax playfully. At the same time the tension leaves her body completely. Of all the things that she expected him to say, it definitely wasn't that, and it makes what was the start of a really tough conversation a whole lot easier. This is Jax, the same person she has known her entire life, she doesn't need to make it so strange. "Haha what?…" Once Alaska focuses on the whole sentence and not just the amusement at the end, her heart strains for him. She hasn't really heard him speak about himself in such a way, and she is not sure whether he is making a joke of it or he actually believes it, it is hard for her to think that he could think so badly of himself when there is no one in this world that she thinks more highly of. "...You have a whole lot to offer. Never sell yourself short like
"What can I do for you Trip?""Draven just wanted to meet to discuss some things at the club tomorrow night"Jax just shrugs at Alaska with a questioning look. Alaska’s shock has faded completely, and her razor-sharp mind is working quickly. It makes sense that Draven would suspect them, and maybe he came to the conclusion much quicker than she gave him credit for, but the request doesn’t sound much like a summons and if Draven really knew the truth it wouldn’t be an exploratory meeting, they would be hunted and killed much the same as the rogues that surround them. Alaska just nods, the plan was always bound to change, while she has done her best to anticipate her adversary there is always going to be some discrepancy."What time would he like us?""Shall we say ten?""We will be there""Umm Jax?""Yes?""I am sorry to hear about Torin"Alaska’s eyes which were bright and filled with excitement, dull significantly. Jax scowls, he has not even spoken to Trip since the undertaking, jus
Draven draws in a deep shuddering breath as his excitement peaks, saliva drips off his large teeth, his canines itch in his jaw, as desperate as he is for that kill. He feels every stick and every stone under his large paws. Every single kill is like this, every detail, which would be mundane in any other circumstance is stored in his memory, a trophy of sorts as he cannot risk having any physical trophies that could link him back to this. His breath is so loud that it is the only thing that gives away his otherwise stealthy approach. It doesn't matter anyway, he is too fit, his body a precision killing machine, while his adversary is gangly, malnourished, untrained and unorganized. They make so many mistakes in order to protect their own life, bumping and hitting into each other in an effort to get away, slowing their own escape as well as offering up others as the first sacrificed. The slowest and the smallest of the group, the one that got shoved to the side by numerous other s