Shiloh
Jax walked into the cottage, red in the face. There was pure rage swirling in his eyes, and I could feel his frustration coursing through our mate bond in waves.
When I stepped closer to him, the scent of our other mate hit my nose like a slap in the face. Once again, Jax had a conversation with Candace, and I wasn’t included.
My feelings were hurt, and I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. I wanted to be a supportive mate to Jax, but it was becoming increasingly harder the more he came back to me smelling like Candace.
I felt like I was starting to unravel at the seams, so I ran out of the cottage, and I didn’t stop running until I reached the shoreline of the lake. After I fell to my knees and started sobbing, Jax came up behind me and dropped to his knees.
With his
