Jaxen POV
I sat in the back of the SUV, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against my knee.
The leather creaked under the pressure.
My assistant’s report had just wrapped, and every damn word of it was pouring gasoline on the fire already burning under my ribs.
“Alpha Hale, Miss Regina Hale has not successfully introduced any men to Miss Ravencroft.”
So the guy who’d driven Scarlett home wasn’t one of Regina’s setups.
Then who the hell was he?
When did she meet him?
How?
That I didn’t know sat wrong, deep in my gut, sharp and unfamiliar.
My wolf paced hard behind my sternum, a low, continuous growl vibrating through my chest.
The sour burn of jealousy was new. I hated how foreign it felt.
I pressed my lips into a hard line and kept my voice flat.
“Look again. Harder. Ev
