Jaxon

Someone asked me to stop with the "gayish nonsense", so here you go :)

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"What the hell just happened?" Ash whispers.

I shrug a little. "I have no idea but that bastard died screaming so I don't really care," I growl.

"Fair enough," he mutters with a heavy sigh. "Are you doing okay?"

I find myself staring at the ground until it goes fuzzy. "I don't know," I admit.

He grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers, leaning his head on my shoulder. "Honestly that's probably a good thing," he murmurs.

Kaine suddenly walks toward us, his expression unreadable. "Thank you," he says with a tiny smile.

I frown. "For what?"

"Defending my mate's honor, what he said was―"

"Disgusting," I growl. "I know you would have done something too but I just snapped. I mean you did the same for Ash and I yesterday."

"Yeah," he sighs. He looks like he's going to say something else but then he turns away and returns to his mate. Syrra is talking to my mother, both with broken smiles on their lips.

Peter's body still lies on the ground behind them. His face is disfigured and bloody and his chest is ripped open. His limbs are splayed out at awkward angles, some of them bent completely backwards. His eyes stare up into the darkening sky, dull and lifeless.

"He deserved worse," Ash growls.

"Much worse," I sigh.

"Jaxon," I hear my mother say. She looks much calmer than a few moments ago but her eyes are still fiery red. "The warriors will bring their bodies in the morning. The farewell ceremony is tomorrow, you two should get some sleep," she mutters.

I nod slowly. "Yeah that's probably a good idea."

I don't start moving though until Ash squeezes my hand. My legs feel like lead as I follow him to our room.

My eyes immediately go to the fire blazing in the hearth. The flame is so bright I have to squint. "That's weird," I whisper to myself as I flick my wrist to stifle the flames. "I'm going to get cleaned up really quick."

Ash nods and moves to the closet as I head to the bathroom. My eyes lock onto the black water in the pool and I frown. "Or not?" I murmur. "Ash do you have any idea what the hell this is?"

He sticks his head in the bathroom. "Uh, I think it might be uh―no I don't know," he finally shrugs.

"Okay then," I mutter as I walk to the closet instead. I pull off my clothes and put on a clean pair of boxers.

Ash sits on the couch, staring out the window as I go back to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The water from the sink is tinted black too but otherwise it seems to be normal.

"Jax is there any food in here?"

"Yeah in the mini fridge by the couch," I tell him as I flop face-first onto the bed.

"Okay how is this machine even working out here? I understand in the wolf pack since it's next to a human town but here?"

I smile in amusement at the confusion in his voice. "There's a reason the alliance with the witches was so important. Magic can make just about anything possible," I explain, my voice muffled by the blankets.

The bed bounces a little beneath me when Ash climbs on. "Jax?"

I make a noise into the blankets.

"Hey doll-face."

I lift my head up, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Did you just call me doll-face?"

He shrugs, popping a berry into his mouth. "It got your attention didn't it?"

I shake my head but I can't help the smile that creeps onto my lips. I sigh, sitting up and shifting so that my back rests against the headboard.

"Want one?" Ash asks, offering me the bowl. I glance at the small purple berries and feel my stomach turn.

"No thanks, I don't feel like eating right now."

"Well you don't look like you want to sleep either," he comments. "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't feel like doing anything right now. It's like everything is just . . ." I groan in frustration. "I don't know how to explain it. It just feels like everything is―"

"Numb?"

I nod and he offers a small half-smile. "Yeah I know that feeling," he sighs, looking down at the bowl of fruit.

I bite my cheek. "You know what? Give me the bowl."

His eyebrows scrunch in confusion as he hands it to me. I set it down on the nightstand before grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the head of the bed. He falls onto his back and stares at me with narrowed eyes. "Wait what―"

"I know what I wanna do," I mutter and he grins as I climb on top of him. I hover above him, my hands on either side of his head.

He stares up at me with his big brown eyes and a growl rumbles in my chest when he licks his lips. I kiss him hard, putting all of my anger and grief into it.

His hands curl around the back of my neck and pull me closer. His lips taste of the purple berries, tart and sweet.

He bites my lip making me growl again. I feel him smirk against my mouth as his hands start moving down to my chest.

He lightly traces my abs, my body tensing under his fingertips. He pushes on my chest, making me sit back. I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor before lying back.

I grin, kissing him again as I move the hair away from his face. He wraps his legs around my waist as I start trailing kisses down his jaw, making my way down to his neck.

I suck on his neck, smirking at the gasp that escapes his mouth. I nip at his skin and he starts grinding his hips against mine.

I start moving down again, placing light kisses on the scars that cover his chest. I feel him grow hard against me as I slowly move lower.

His fingers run through my hair, gently pulling every time I kiss him. I reach the waist band of his boxers and I let my teeth graze against his hip bones. He tugs hard on my hair and I groan.

I start pulling down his boxers when I hear knocking on the door.

"Fucking hell!" Ash growls.

I clench my jaw in annoyance as I sit up. "I swear to the gods, they have to be doing this on purpose. That's twice now," I snarl, sliding off the bed.

The knocking sounds again and I grit my teeth. "Whoever the fuck it is better have a damn good reason to be bothering us," I growl as I throw open the door.

My eyes widen in shock at the sight of the werewolf Beta Logan. "What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with the healer?" I ask.

"He works really fast. Anyway I didn't want to bother anyone but I have a bit of a problem," he says.

I sigh in annoyance. "And what's that?"

"I don't know where I'm supposed to sleep and I also don't know what happened after I got here, the healer said I was out for almost two days."

"Couldn't you just find my mother instead of coming to my bedroom?" I huff.

"There is no one around right now, literally no one except for two guards at the entrance to this place. I asked them to take me to you guys and they just showed me to the hallway. Your door was the first one I knocked on," he explains.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. "Fine whatever. The second to last door on the right is a guest bedroom. No one is using it so you can sleep in there. We can catch you up on what happened tomorrow," I tell him.

"Okay thanks. And sorry for bothering you, you weren't sleeping were you?"

I make a face, clenching my jaw. "No I wasn't sleeping," I growl.

He glances behind me and his eyebrows furrow for a few moments. "Oh." Then his eyes widen in realization. "Oh! Oh goddess I'm sorry―I'm gonna go now and again I am so so sorry for bothering you, it won't happen again I promise," he stammers. He quickly turns around and stumbles down the hall.

I close the door with a roll of my eyes. "Logan is such an idiot," I mutter.

"An idiot with bad timing," Ash huffs.

I grin, crawling back onto the bed. "If I didn't know better Ash I'd say it sounds like you want to finish what we started?" I tease, stooping down to kiss him.

When I pull away he bites his lip. "I know you do," he smirks, glancing pointedly down at my crotch.

I chuckle. "Well then remind me of what I was doing before we were so rudely interrupted," I growl.

He pulls me down to kiss him again then smirks against my lips. "You were taking off my boxers."

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I wake to tapping on my nose. Ash's face appears before me when I open my eyes. "Good morning beautiful," I say, groaning as I stretch my arms over my head.

"Good morning my handsome prince," he grins. He lays on my chest, his chin propped up on his hands.

I run my hands through his hair, watching as he smiles and closes his eyes. "What did you wake me up for?" I ask.

"Your brother stopped by earlier, he said they're getting ready for the ceremony."

I sigh, folding one arm behind my head. "The ceremony, right. Last night was quite a lovely distraction, I had completely forgotten about all of this," I mutter.

"I hope it was more than just a distraction," he grumbles.

I let my hand slide down to the side of his face, my thumb brushing against his cheekbone. "I promise it was a lot more than that, it just happened to also be a break from reality," I tell him.

"Just let it be reality for a day and then you can move on. If you never accept what happened then you'll never be done grieving."

"I know," I whisper. "It's just easier to pretend."

"Pretending is for the weak."

My eyebrow shoots up. "I'm starting to see a reason for the dragons to be afraid of you."

He smirks and his eyes flash red for a moment making me chuckle. "With you around I'm not afraid of them anymore. And thanks to you I loathe myself a little less," he says.

"Well I'm glad I've done something right these past few weeks," I remark.

"What do you mean?"

"If I hadn't left, if I had stayed in the werewolf's territory, do you think my sister would still be dead? Would my father have still killed himself?"

Ash pushes himself up on his arms and I grit my teeth at the increase in weight on my chest. "Are you saying you blame yourself for what happened to them?" he asks.

"I'm saying if I had just stayed there then they might still be alive."

He groans. "Oh come on you just pulled me out of the ditch of self-hatred, please don't make it so that I have to pull you out."

I smile a little. "I don't hate myself, but I doubt I'll ever be able to sleep again without thinking about what could have happened if I didn't leave," I sigh.

"Well then we'll just have to . . . distract you so you can go to sleep in peace," he smirks, leaning down so that our noses touch and our bodies are pressed against each other.

I chuckle. "You better stop that and get dressed or you aren't going to be able to walk for a week," I growl into his mouth as he kisses me.

"As much fun as that sounds I do need to be able to walk if I'm going to train those stupid dragons into warriors," he grumbles, throwing back the blankets and climbing off of me to go get dressed.

I sit up with a yawn, running my hand through my hair. My gaze drops to the shirt beside the bed. "Why do you keep leaving my clothes on the floor?" I ask.

"Because you leave me too tired to put them back on."

I grin. "Fair enough," I say as I gather up the clothes strewn around the room.

"What do you wear for a farewell ceremony? I've never been to one."

"Warriors are supposed to wear armor―"

"I don't have any armor," he mutters.

I smile. "Well then I suppose it's a good thing my mother had armor made for you once you agreed to train those stupid dragons."

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My mother waves her hand and the pyres burst into flames. She stares into the fire for a few moments before turning towards my brother and I.

"With your sister and father gone, I name Jaxon the future Dragon King and Kaine the new Werewolf King―"

"No," Kaine growls. "Absolutely not. I am not going to go back there."

My eyes widen a little in shock. "Then who is going to be the Werewolf King? I would but I don't have a wolf so they'd never accept me."

My mother runs her hand through her hair and sighs in frustration. "Kaine are you sure you can't―"

"I'm sure. How am I supposed to live in a house where my father killed himself? How am I supposed to control my dragon when I'm surrounded by wolves that constantly remind me of my twin sister's murder?" he snarls.

"Mind your temper Kaine before it gets you into more trouble than you can handle," my mother growls back and I feel my heart pound.

"I apologize for the disrespect, but I will not become alpha of a werewolf pack," he grits out.

"Fine. Jaxon do you refuse to be King of the Dragons?" she asks me.

I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood.

You better not, Azazel snarls at me.

I don't want to lead, I'd rather train warriors and live my life with Ash, I tell her.

You can be the King and still have all of that. As a King they will respect you and Ash more than if you were simply trainers.

I suck in a heavy breath as I straighten my shoulders. "No I don't refuse. I am a Prince, I will be the King," I declare.

A smile graces her lips for barely a moment before she turns to my brother again. "Kaine please tell me you do not wish to be the Dragon King as well, I don't think I could take it if I had to watch my remaining children fight for my throne," she says, her voice almost a whisper.

"Mother you wound me truly," he huffs in a dramatic voice that makes me roll my eyes. "No I'm not going to fight my older brother to be King, besides after that little show with Peter I have a feeling his dragon would beat me very quickly."

She breathes a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank the gods. Kaine you will remain Prince of the Dragons."

"Who's going to rule the werewolves then?" I ask.

She thinks for a few minutes, pinching the bridge of her nose and rubbing her temples. Finally she sighs. "I can't think of anyone else so it must be them," she murmurs to herself.

"Well who are they?" Kaine asks impatiently.

"Taylor and Alpha Dorian."

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