Page 135 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

She felt as light as a feather. The shadows welcomed her as if she was their master. She felt like a ghost as she walked toward the sound. Whoever was coming for her this time was good. They were downwind so she couldn’t get a scent, and they were treading very lightly. But she could still sense the movement in the air. Still feel the disturbances as if they were second nature.

‘We should go today,’ the voice in her head said.

‘I’ll try to bring it up, but he has too much on his plate.’

She stopped behind a tree trunk when she caught the movement in the trees.

‘Ask him now. We’re wasting time doing this. You already know who’s hunting us,” the voice said again.

She did. She always knew when Jackson was near, even if she couldn’t smell him. She had no idea how he had started doing that. Or maybe he had always done that; she didn’t know how things worked yet. The more she trained with him, the more it seemed Jackson could do everything she could.

Jackson stepped out of the shadows stark naked. Her heart fluttered, and she sucked in a breath.

Jackson looked in her direction with a smirk on his face.

“Fucking cheater,” she muttered before she turned and started running.

Her heart constantly fluttered when he was near. He always made her breathless. It had been a month since they returned to the packhouse, and Jackson had been the perfect boyfriend every day.

She hadn’t thought it possible to fall deeper in love with him, but she had, which made her decision to give herself up if the Hunters returned even harder.

But it was what she had to do. If they figured things out and came for her, she would head to them first before they found Hope and Jackson. And this time, she would make sure Jackson couldn’t follow her. Someone had to stay behind for Hope.

“You love it,” Jackson whispered.

His whisper carried clearly in the air as he ran after her. Her body responded as it always did. He was right; she did love it. And he loved to chase her just as much.

The trees zoomed past but her steps remained silent. It felt exhilarating, as if she was untouchable. Moments like these made her long for the day she shifted so she could experience them with more heightened senses. But she knew that was a dangerous wish. The day she shifted would be the day the pack turned their back on her.

The treeline loomed closer, and she could hear some warriors getting ready to go out of the gates for their patrols. She had discovered the house she could see from Jackson’s window was their base, and by the sounds she had heard several times since they returned, it was also where they tortured people.

Her steps faltered.

They tortured people because of her.

She was almost out of the woods when Jackson grabbed her from behind and rolled, so he took the full impact of their fall before he rolled on top of her.

“Got you,” he growled.

His eyes were blood-red as he pressed himself between her legs. He was rock-hard and ready.

“You’re distracted today,” Jackson said. “You can’t do that, Layla. You have to keep your focus, no matter what. Any momentary lapse will cost your life.

“If you want me to learn anything, keep your clothes on.”

“That’s also a lesson. Keep your focus even when I’m near you,” Jax growled as he buried his nose in her neck and inhaled.

“You know that’s impossible,” she whispered back.

He turned her head even when he wasn’t near her. Her craving for him had become too unbearable. She couldn’t understand it. She had him whenever she wanted. Jackson never hid his desire for her or denied her anything. All she had to do was call him and he came. He satisfied her every need.

But it wasn’t enough. If she could crawl inside him somehow and forever be joined to Jax, then she would. It was insane.

Jackson lifted his head to meet her gaze. She knew her eyes were glowing, too. It was always that way when her emotions were heightened, which was all the time lately. It was a miracle that no one else had seen her like that.

He brought his lips down to hers and trailed her lips before he nibbled her bottom lip.

“Don’t tease me,” she demanded.

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