JAX’S POV
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“You can’t .” Celeste mutters in a state of panic as she lifts her hands , covering her ears with them . I tug my shorts on , pulling my shirt over my head and follow her as she runs out of the bathroom . “Celeste .” I call out to her , but she keeps on yelling “ La la la la .” And you can definitely say that I am f*****g annoyed .
She can not be my mate .
I don’t want her .
Yes , she’s ugly .
She’s not Alison .
Kill her .
Reject her .
I winch as the voices in my head starts to yell and it feels like echoes rushing through my ears , bouncing off my walls inside of my head .
I know for a fact that she isn’t ugly , but I also know that she isn’t Alison and Alison is all that I want .
She’s all I ever f*****g wanted .
I remember when I knew I loved her .
“Ali , stop
