Chapter 22

Getting a call from Jackson? Not even surprised. He was practically yelling his lungs out, totally losing that Alpha composure. Seriously, so much for being a leader. I rolled my eyes but still decided to show up like he asked. When I got to White Moon’s HQ, there he was—Jackson, parked by the window like some tragic movie scene. God, he looked ridiculous. All drained out and worn, like he couldn’t function without Ella. It's almost sad. Almost. I didn’t bother knocking—just strolled in with a couple of Deltas like I owned the place. I was literally about to hit the club when he called, still all dolled up in my blue mini skirt and those killer new boots. And then bam—emergency meeting. Total mood killer. I adjusted my bag, slid off my shades, and narrowed my eyes at him. “Alpha Jackson,” I said, voice full of ‘I really don’t wanna be here’ energy. Every extra second here was sucking the life out of my perfect makeup. Jackson finally turned from the window, his face like a thunderstorm