All Chapters of Alpha Jax : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

JAX:La Belle Vue. The restaurant was just as I envisioned—warm, intimate, yet refined. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a soft glow over the dark oak tables and exposed brick walls. A fireplace crackled in the corner, the scent of burning cedar mixing with the faint aroma of freshly baked pastries. The space was entirely ours, not a single other guest in sight. Just Scarlett and me.She looked around, taking in the dim golden chandeliers and plush leather seating. The faint notes of a jazz piano hummed through the air, barely noticeable under the quiet shuffle of the wait staff."I've never been to this side of town. It's so pretty," she murmured, settling into her seat.I loosened my tie slightly, trying to shake off the ridiculous nerves creeping up my spine. "I thought you'd like something simple but nice.""Thank you," she told me.A waiter appeared with two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, setting them down with a polite nod before handing us the men

JAX:Scarlett tensed at the mention of the royal pack house. I understood why. My brother hadn't been found. All I needed was for him to come around so that I could confront him for my mate. How were skilled spies and assassins not able to locate him? The issue was beginning to seem beyond me. I hated it.She fiddled with the seatbelt next to me. I could tell she was still anxious."Why did you lie to me and say that you are fine, Scarlett? When will you learn to trust me fully?" I asked.I glanced to the side, our eyes met.I placed one hand on the steering wheel and the other on her fidgeting hand. She became stiff, just like when I hugged her in the hospital, but later relaxed to my touch."That's it. Don't shy away from me," I said.I didn't say anything more to her. Her body understood what mine was trying to convey. I saw through her because she's mine.The drive wasn't too far, and the enormous gates of the royal pack house opened to us, very grand and stylish.We entered and m

SCARLETT :The farmhouse sat at the end of a winding dirt road, nestled between rolling green fields and a thick tree line. It was a sturdy two-story home, built with warm brown timber and stone, standing strong as if it had weathered years of seasons. The wraparound porch had wooden railings, a few rocking chairs, and flower pots spilling over with bright daisies and lavender. A wind chime swayed gently, adding a soft melody to the sounds of nature.Past the house, the land stretched wide, dotted with trees that swayed under the afternoon sun. A fenced pasture sat to the side, where a chestnut horse grazed peacefully, flicking its tail. A few cows stood lazily in the shade of an old oak tree, chewing grass without a care in the world. Closer to the barn, goats wandered near a wooden pen, occasionally headbutting each other in playful mischief. Chickens pecked at the dirt, their soft clucking blending with the distant croak of a frog near a small pond at the edge of the property. A pa

SCARLETT :The day was upon us. The day we had all been waiting for.Our double date!I stared at the neatly wrapped box on my bed, my band inscribed on a smooth, precise script. A single deep red rose rested on top, its petals velvety and rich in color. Sophie’s box sat beside hers, wrapped in soft blue ribbon, a pale pink rose accompanying it."Do you think they actually picked these out themselves?" Sophie asked, holding the delicate flower between her fingers, her blonde curls bouncing as she turned to me.I smirked, running my fingers over the sleek black leather jacket inside the box. "I don't know, but it looks so good. They probably had Sir Hensley help them. I've always wanted a new leather jacket. It's designer. I hope it didn't cost a fortune. I have to treat Jax to corn dogs and burgers at the amusement park."Sophie gasped, dramatically clutching her heart. "Blasphemy. Zharn has good taste. I believe he picked these out himself." She pulled out a silky baby blue off-shoul

SCARLETT :The past days and weeks have been utter bliss. Life has never been so fulfilling. It almost feels too good to be true. I'm thrilled. I'm scared.Pushing the negatives aside, I remember Lucinda's words.My therapist.Cage said she was hospitalized, but she's recovered just fine and hasn't quit the profession. I was glad. Lucinda was a darling. I hope she never quits."Sophie," my father's voice reaches the room from downstairs.Right. We were supposed to hand out free pastries to the neighborhood as goodwill. Papa's pastry shop was coming into good view, and boy, was I excited for it. Sophie must be up already. I texted Jax into the night. I feel like an actual teenager now. Late-night calls and texting. I loved those activities quite a lot. It's an understatement to say I am not quite fond of them.I got off my bed, looked into my mirror, at my tattoo. My parents don't understand it yet. I have to tell them at some point.I brushed my teeth, had a shower, changed into a gra