Chapter 110

Ivanka's POV I slammed my grimoire shut, purple sparks flying from my fingertips as my magic responded to my fury. The protective runes etched into my desk glowed briefly before absorbing the errant energy. Even my magic revealed how unsettled I was. Jax thought I didn't notice the way he looked at her, and didn't see the obsession burning in his eyes when he spoke her name. Aubrey. Always Aubrey. Even after she rejected him, humiliated him in front of both our packs, he still wanted her. The mirror on my wall reflected a woman I barely recognized—my white-blonde hair disheveled from running my hands through it in frustration, my violet eyes practically glowing with barely contained rage. I had given Jax everything—my magic, my loyalty, my body. And it was still not enough. I rose from my chair, decision made. This would end tonight. The dungeon level smelled of mold and suffering, a scent I usually found rather pleasant. Not tonight. Tonight, it reminded me of his obsession, and the s