CHAPTER TWO

JAX

My gaze lingers on the heavy oak doorway where Aubrey just left, a cold smile playing

on my lips as the echo of her footsteps fades down the corridor. I return to my seat

behind my desk, the leather chair creaking beneath me, and Avery takes her place back

on my lap, the silk of her dress rustling as she pushes it up until her bare core meets my

dick. Sly witch. I smirk at her boldness, the familiar heat of her body igniting my own.

Her delicate fingers thread through my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp. "The

poor girl adores you, worships you because she believes you're her savior," she says,

her meek voice filling the sunlit office as she slowly grinds her waist against my

hardening length. Every movement sends sparks of pleasure through me, my dick

pulsing in response.

"Aren't I?" I ask, sliding my hands beneath the bunched fabric of her dress, savoring the

smooth warmth of her thighs as I expose them to my hungry gaze.

"You are... but we both know how that was possible," she says with a knowing look in

her violet eyes, increasing her pace until pre-cum dampens my pants. Fuck!

"Just because I murdered her whole family doesn't mean I didn't save her that day." My

hands grip her waist possessively before sliding to her center, finding that sweet spot

that makes her breath hitch.

"Ha ha, true," she throws her head back laughing, golden hair cascading down her back

as the sound mingles with her breathy moans. "But don't you worry, she'll find out one

day?"

"If I remember correctly, your magic is what's keeping that from happening, or you don't

trust your own self?" I pause my fingers mid-motion inside her velvet heat, and her body

trembles with need. I smirk, power rushing through me at how easily I can control the

witch.

"Of course, I believe in my magic, but even they have loopholes,"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen, and even if they do, she won't be able to do shit

because it would probably be too late." I continue my fingers' movement at her center

as the memories of what led me to this path flood my mind, each calculated step that

brought me here playing out like a perfectly executed dance.

Three years ago

"One... two... three..."

I squeeze deeper into the curtains, trying not to giggle. The heavy velvet tickles my

nose, and I can smell Mummy's lavender scent on the fabric from all the times we've

played this game. She should have found me by now – she always pretends not to see

my feet peeking out. But the footsteps echoing through our chambers aren't hers.

They're sharp and decisive, like the click-click-click of Queen Grace's jeweled shoes on

marble.

I peer through a gap in the curtains, my heart fluttering like a trapped bird. Mummy

stands by the frost-covered window, her spine rigid as a sword. Queen Grace holds a

crystal wine glass, firelight dancing off them like drops of blood. Her smile reminds me

of the venomous snake I once saw in the castle garden right before it struck.

"I hear you've been rather curious about my past," Queen Grace says, the wine in her

glass swirling like dark poison."Asking all sorts of questions about my old pack... about

what kind of magic my dear friend practiced."

Mummy swallows hard, her throat bobbing, but she straightens her shoulders like she

does when teaching me to be brave. I don't know what you mean."

"No?" Queen Grace's smile sharpens. "Then perhaps you can explain why your

precious Helen took such an... unexpected leave. Shall I have her screams convince

you to be honest?"

A gasp tears from Mummy's throat at the news of Helen, her trusted omega maid.

"Leave her out of this. She's innocent."

"But you're not, are you?" Queen Grace's voice turns to ice. "Poking your nose where it

doesn't belong."

"The king has a right to know the truth," Mummy's voice shakes with fury. "That you

used dark magic to block our mate bond. That you've been deceiving him all these

years, making him believe he's yours when he was meant to be mine."

My small hands press against my mouth, stifling my own shock. Mummy is the daddy’s

true mate, not Queen Grace?

Queen Grace throws her head back, her laughter like shattering ice in the winter air.

"My, my. Such accusations." All warmth drains from her face as she thrusts the wine

glass forward. "Drink."

Mummy knocks the glass away. It shatters, dark liquid spreading across the floor like

spilled ink. "Never. I'm going to the king. He'll know everything - what you've done, what

you are." She rushes for the door, but two of Queen Grace's personal guards block her

path.

"Did you really think I came unprepared?" Queen Grace seizes a fistful of Mummy's

beautiful dark hair, forcing her to the wine-soaked floor.

"You won't make me drink your poison, Grace," Mummy spits the name like a curse.

"Using my name now?" Queen Grace kneels, bringing her lips to Mummy's ear. My ears

strain to hear, but the words are lost to me as my werewolf abilities are still developing

at the age of 10.

"Don't touch him!" Mom yells, rushing to her feet, but the guards force her back with

brutal efficiency. Mom turns toward where I hide, and our eyes meet through the gap in

the curtains. They speak to my soul to rush over to help her as something bad is about

to happen - her usually warm brown eyes now filled with a terror I've never seen before.

My small legs obey my desperate need to reach her, but one word through our bond

freezes me in place.

"No, stay back, baby," she says through our mind link, her mental voice trembling with

love and fear.

"I want to help mummy!" I cry through our link, my heart pounding against my ribs.

"I know, baby, but stay back and remember mummy loves you." She turns away from

me and back to Queen Grace, her shoulders straightening with final resolve.

"Why should I remember that?" I ask, panic rising in my throat as the words echo

strangely in my mind. Suddenly, understanding crashes over me, and my eyes widen in

terror. "No!" The scream tears from my throat as she bends down, lapping at the wine

pooled on the floor. Seconds later, blood pours from her mouth. Queen Grace leaves

with her guards, satisfaction rolling off her in waves.

I burst from behind the curtains, catching Mummy's head in my small arms as she

collapses. "Found you, baby," she chokes out, more blood staining her chest.

"Mummy, please! You're bleeding so much!" Tears blur my vision. "Help! Somebody

help us!"

"Listen to me, my sweet baby," she whispers, blood staining her lips. "No one's

coming... but remember... remember how much Mummy loves you. Always..."

Her eyes drift closed, her hand falling limp against my cheek. Something inside me

breaks.

"No!" I shake her cooling body, but she doesn't respond. I stay there until dawn breaks,

crying for her to return, begging for help that never comes. When morning finally arrives,

my tears have dried, replaced by a hatred for Queen Grace that burns in my bones like

eternal fire.

"Do you recall it's because of what happened to your mom you got to know me?"

Avery's voice pulls me from the blood-soaked memory, her fingers threading through my

hair with practiced intimacy.

I nod, the memories shifting to more recent machinations. Consumed by my desire to

seize the crown from Knox and expose my stepmother's crimes, I had sought a powerful

alliance with Avery. When I asked her the most effective way to destroy Knox, her

answer had been simple yet brilliant: his true mate would be his greatest weakness.

Upon knowing this, I'd asked her to peer into the future with her dark magic to reveal

who that mate would be. When her vision showed Aubrey, everything fell into place like

pieces on a chess board.

The rest had fallen into place like pieces on a chess board. Avery's dark magic revealed

Aubrey as Knox's destined mate, and I'd orchestrated everything with surgical precision

- the murder of her family staged as a common robbery, positioning myself as her

savior, molding her broken pieces into a weapon of my own design. The delicious irony

of using Knox's own mate as the instrument of his destruction still brings a smile to my

lips.

How perfectly it had worked. Aubrey's trust in me runs bone-deep, her devotion

absolute. She probably whispers prayers of gratitude to her "savior" each night, never

suspecting I'm the architect of her nightmares. Her eagerness to please her desperate

need for approval - they're all just strings I've carefully knotted around her heart, ready

to pull when the moment is right.

"Do you truly feel nothing for Aubrey after all these years of mentoring her?" Avery asks,

her violet eyes searching mine as if trying to peer into my soul.

"Everything is proceeding as planned," I reply, watching the candlelight dance across

her face. "Aubrey will soon be positioned close to Prince Knox, the first step in

dismantling everything Queen Grace holds dear. My personal feelings are irrelevant;

Aubrey will play her part perfectly, never knowing the truth until it's too late."

Avery's lips part, another question forming, but I've had enough of her probing curiosity.

In one fluid motion, I seize a fistful of her hair, yanking her close until our breaths

mingle. "You're forgetting yourself, Avery," I murmur, letting danger seep into every

syllable. My words ghost across her skin, and I feel the shiver that runs through her.

"Some curiosities are better left... unexplored."

Before she can voice another prying question, I capture her lips with mine, hard and

demanding, silencing her curiosity. Her initial resistance is brief - a flutter of defiance

before surrender. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I pull her closer, the ever-present

tension between us finally igniting. I lift her with ease, her legs wrapping around my

waist as I move us through my dimly lit office, each step driven by raw need. My hands

map the curve of her spine, her body melding against mine as if crafted for this purpose.

We collide with the stone wall, our breaths ragged and mingling in the cool air. Her

hands explore freely, leaving trails of fire in their wake. A soft sound escapes her parted

lips, the vulnerability in it driving me further. In one fluid motion, I lower her onto the

leather couch, pausing only for a heartbeat to meet her gaze. Her eyes are wide,

stripped of their usual calculation, revealing something deeper - a fierce anticipation that

mirrors my own hunger.

My hands trace a deliberate path down her arms, over her sides, memorizing every

curve, every shiver of skin warming beneath my touch. Her breath catches as I lean in,

my lips grazing the delicate line of her collarbone before venturing lower, savoring each

small reaction. Her hands find purchase on my back, pulling me closer as if seeking

anchor in my weight, my presence. Her touch feeds the flames between us, unspoken

power dynamics simmering just beneath the surface.

I lift her face to mine, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss, my hand cradling the nape of

her neck. Our movements slow, becoming almost gentle, each caress more deliberate.

She sighs against my lips, fingers tangling in my hair, and I feel her surrender to this -

the intensity, the rawness, the magnetic pull between predator and prey.

There's a pause, a single heartbeat where time seems suspended, before we crash

together again, each sensation heightened, every touch electric. I let myself sink into

her warmth, into this connection that feels as inevitable as it is dangerous.

The chamber falls silent save for our mingled breaths, our hearts pounding in a rhythm