Jax squeezed my hand when we pulled up into the long driveway to his pack's territory. I straightened up, nervous about meeting everyone and starting my new life here. Jax squeezed my hand again, sensing my nervousness. I looked at him and nodded.
"I'm ready. Just don't leave me alone," I said, furrowing my brows. He gave me a smug smile.
"Oh, I wouldn't leave you alone at all anyway. Not in the beginning," he said, and I smiled, a bit flustered. "Don't shake their hands," he continued, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Why?" I asked, wondering what possible reason he could have for me not to shake their hands. It's just mandatory and polite.
"Because I said so," he simply said, stopping the car.
I scoffed, but didn't get the chance to answer him. I looked out the front window, eyeing wh
