Chapter 162

Jaxon’s POV

"I want revenge, Jaxon," Alpha Philip states, taking a swig of the bourbon in his glass. His hazel eyes burn with hatred after recalling what happened to his warriors.

And what the hell does this have to do with me?

Instead, I ask, "isn't this something you should call the Council for?"

I'm having a difficult time hiding the irritation in my voice that my special moment with my mate was disrupted. Of course I didn't plan to mark her in the bathroom tonight, but I'm glad it finally happened.

All day Shadow was out of control, clawing and thrashing against my skull to get to her. That is what he had warned me would happen eventually, but I didn't know it would be that intense and unbearably excruciating. It felt like my head was splitting in two.

Shadow is quiet now, satisfied that our mate is wearing our mark. Everyone knows she's ours now, and no one will dare try to take her from us. Not even Ayla and her henchman if they're smart.

"I don't want those corrupt bastards an