Chapter 19: Chapter 19

#Chapter 19 Temper

Jaxson

I have always had a temper, there is no mistaking my fits of rage when things don’t work out the way I had exactly planed out. I don’t like calling it meticulous by any standard but severe could be a more ambitious word to call it what it is. When I get mad, I’m furious, there is no lever lower than that.

Seeing my mate curled into the lap of another male, who tenderly cradles her in his arms, I begin to ponder if there is a level higher than severe.

I stomp into the room to rip her from his arms, but she flinches away from my hand, as though I am a threat, and she is helplessly at my mercy. I pause, my warriors circling the two of them, one of them threatening to grab for the mutt holding my mate but I slam a fist into his forearm, watching him recoil away from doing so.

It’s obvious I’ve had this situation mistaken.