Chapter 22. Spite and Fury

Jaxon POV

The morning had felt like a chaotic blur, the entire pack house was frantically obsessing over tomorrow’s coronation. I wish I had shared the same pride that filled my pack but truthfully, all I could think about was my tempting little mate. I replayed the feeling I felt waking up next to her and the smell that ran through the room, her scent mixed with mine. I had made arrangements with a few wolves in the preparation of our date that night, certain it would be nothing short of perfect. I was determined to show her who I truly was and that there was more to me besides good looks and a ruthless personality. I would never stop proving my worth to her. I had secretly hoped that she would ask me to spend the night with her again. My wolf was ravaging inside of me. He missed his mate, our mate.

A terrified, young she-wolf entered my office who had overseen the coronation plans. “A-Alpha, I’m sorry to interrupt you; however, the tablecloths for the reception