#Chapter 43 Ultimatum

Jaxson I never had many friends growing up. I was the Alpha’s son, the one fated to be the king of the royal pack one day, and it’s hard to imagine anyone wanting to be that guy’s friend. I was always seen as stern, as solid, but truthfully, I’ve never felt more broken. Part of me wishes I made more friends growing up. Everyone thinks my mate is deceased and now, she very well could be dead; she rejected me outright. I’ve never known ache like this. Not having her just through the link alone makes my body sore. I want her to hear me, to feel my warmth, and I want her to feel safe. Now we may never have any of that. “Son,” my father calls in the doorway. I haven’t left her room in what feels like ages. I need her scent back into my life so I sleep here, but in turn I slowly cover the aura of her scent, and it frightens me to think it will be gone soon. “Come on, Jaxson, you have to lead the recruits for the parade,” he says, stern as ever. “No,” I reply simply, la