#Chapter 70 Flight or Fight

Aurora “No, you don’t,” Jaxson growls, grabbing me by the hips and tossing me back a few paces, cornering me in the bedroom. My hands are shaking and I try to push past him, I have to, but he persists, standing like a board that’s nailed over the doorway. “You will stay here.” The screaming grows louder and I swear I can recognize who is being tormented now. I see their faces, the faces I’ve lived with in passing for weeks now and I’ll be damned if I let this happen again. Jaxson stood up the first time, at the market. I refuse to cower now when it’s our pack, our new home. Not again. I edge myself under his reach, practically crawling past him, before I bolt to the living room where I am immediately pounced on from behind. Jaxson pins me sideways to the floor, throwing himself over me with all his strength and weight. It’s impossible to fight this royal, this beast of a body built with muscles I couldn’t pronounce if I wanted to, but I can’t allow this to continue. If Jax