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There was only one thing left to do.

“Suck my dick.” I slammed my knee into his crotch and marched down the hall. For good measure, I yelled, “The next person to say they own me is getting eaten by my tiger!”

Jax peeked his head out of his door and blinked tired eyes. “Are you okay, little alpha?”

Cobra grumbled something indistinguishable from inside the room. Jax turned around, and there was a brief tussle.

From the fact that Jax reappeared in the door and Cobra was nowhere to be seen, Jax had won.

“Do you need me to kill someone?” he asked seriously.

Why was Jax the only man in all the realms that wasn’t an actual garbage bag?

“No, and I don’t want to talk about it,” I snapped and kept marching past.

“Of course.” Jax calmly followed beside me as I charged into the kitchen.

I was about to consume my body weight in food, and if any man said one more word to me, I was going to lose it.

Jax ate beside me in silence.

That was why he was my favorite.

Chapter 13

Sadie

ULTIMATUMS

“So, any questions?” the don asked casually as he lounged at the long dining table like he was right at home in Xerxes’s mansion.

There was an awkward silence.

No one said anything.

A few minutes earlier, we’d all been feasting at the table and laughing.

I momentarily forgot my annoyance with Xerxes as Lucinda and Jess peppered me with questions about my blood powers.

Jax was explaining to Jala how we’d defeated the fae queen, and Ascher was asking Jinx questions about her observational skills.

The seven of us all sat at one end of the table, talking and catching up.

The other side, aka the drama-queen side, was not doing well.

Xerxes stewed in silence with a stormy expression darkening his face.

I was doing my best to ignore the moody omega and the complex dynamic between us that I couldn’t even begin to process.

Next to him, Aran had a sweatshirt wrapped around her head because “if she heard one more story about what happened with her mother, she was going to puke and stab someone.” She kept itching aggressively at her back, and I wondered if she had a bug bite.

Cobra scowled next to her with a carving knife clenched in his hands. Apparently, he was still pissed that we’d followed him into the initiation room.

Everyone ignored the three of them.

The lunch had been going great—at least on our side of the table—until five seconds ago, when the front door had slammed shut and the don had stepped into the opulent dining room.

Surprisingly, he hadn’t immediately murdered everyone.