Chapter Seventeen

Jaxson rubbed his head, shoving his fingers through his slightly too long hair. He didn’t think anything could have gone worse. Gamma Trey had looked ready to cave his skull in after talking to Chris. He felt a traitor even though there was no way it could be his fault. He hadn’t told anyone.

He was on the outside, the other guards were accompanying the Royal Gamma in dealing with the rumours, while Adam was stationed outside Chris’ door. Jaxson on the other hand, had been told to stay in one of the spare rooms, out of view, out of sight, possibly out of mind.

He hated feeling useless.

He felt like an adolescent sent to his room for breaking curfew.

He flopped back on the bed, an irritation grinding through his head. His fingers itched. His stomach was in a knot of turmoil. People knew… the packs knew. Did they know it was him? The gossip hadn’t seemed specific.

Regardless… Chris was at the centre.

He didn’t like that.

“Fuck this,” he announce to the empty room and stood, strid