Chapter 10

Zea's POV

"Jaxon McCain, and you, my beautiful one?" he then smiled charmingly, took my hand as light as a feather, and placed a kiss on it. For a short while, I was overwhelmed; I hadn't expected such a gesture since the dawn of the 21st century.

"Zea Devina, I'm glad," I replied and he nodded. "The honor is mine. So, I don't think you're here since your car broke down, right?" Jaxon then began.

For a moment I just stared at him, sometimes finding myself holding my breath to avoid inhaling that terrible werewolf stench. I remembered Miles' words from yesterday and suddenly realized that I was dealing with a beta. It felt like a disease that seemed to seep into all my pores and make me want to gag.

"No. "No, I came here to ask Miles for a position in your pack house," I then composed myself and looked at both of them in turn. It was clear to me that Miles' opinion was subordinate to Jaxon's and that I therefore had to convince the beta too.