Scarlett POV
I'd always known I didn't measure up to Jaxen Hale.
For years, the fear of him realizing it, of some stunning she-wolf turning his head and making him toss me aside, had eaten me alive.
Looking back, it was pathetic.
If a man could be stolen that easily, he was never yours to begin with.
And Jaxen? He'd never been mine.
A guy who wanted out had a thousand ways to make it happen. I finally understood that now.
Flora aired all of it right there in front of everyone. Strangely, her nasty little speech didn't sting like it once would have. I dropped my hands from my face and stared her down. "Whether I'm good enough for Jaxen Hale is none of your damn business. Worry about keeping that trash mouth of yours shut instead of running it about things that don't concern you
