“You’re so thickheaded!” She seethed and tried to step back. His hand shot out on the low of her back and he pulled her in.

She looked at him now and saw two people, the Jax she knew and loved- the one who showed her a life where she was deserving of happiness and a trusting partner. And then there was the other Jax, the possessive Alpha who wanted, not to love her, but keep her, like an artifact to put in his library and look at when he pleased. It was like he couldn't make up ...