*Jaxon's POV*
I couldn't look away.
The motel room felt too small, too hot. Every instinct screamed at me to leave, but my feet were rooted to the floor. Trapped in this hellish corner while Seraphina put on a show I never asked to see.
She'd brought in a wizard named Silas—a skinny, nervous man with tattoos running up his neck—for what she called an "arcane transfer." The clinical term did nothing to soften what was happening in front of me.
"This is the most efficient method," Seraphina had explained when the wizard arrived, her voice detached and professional. "Direct exchange of energy through bodily fluids."
Now she was on her knees before him, those full lips wrapped around his cock while her eyes—those goddamn bewitching eyes—remained locked on mine.
Not once did she look away. Not once did she blink.
My wolf raged beneath my skin, clawing to break free. To rip the wizard's throat out. To claim what it saw as ours.
But she wasn't ours. She'd made that perfectly clear.
