Corey and I got home to the packhouse, and he escorted me to Jax's office. We both walked in, and saw Jax sitting at his desk. His hands were clamping down on some papers, and I felt terrible for them as they crumpled in his hold. He lifted his look at us, or, at Corey, really. He rose from his chair and had Corey against the wall in seconds.
"You answer to me," Jax growled at him, having a steady grip on his neck. I went over to them and laid a hand on Jax's back.
"Jax, I talked him -" I was interrupted by Jax growling back at me, forcing me to step back. His Alpha dominance was heavy in the air, and I kept my eyes on the ground. This is the second time he released his Alpha-vibes, but this time it was directed at me. It felt uncomfortable and suffocating, and I kept my mouth shut, au
