JAXOM’S POV
“Jaxom.” The door swung out from behind me, sending my head colliding painfully into the frame.
“f**k, Jess. What? I’m up, okay? Just give me a hot cup of coffee and let me warm up for a minute. I’ll be ready to hit the road.” I rubbed the sore spot on my head, glaring up at the Gamma with daggers in my eyes.
I’d spent a long, sleepless night outside on the doorstep, knowing that I had Jess to thank for my sore ass and aching joints. A low growl slipped through my clenched teeth, thinking that I could have spent the night curled up beside Trinity. Damn interfering she-wolf, I thought bitterly, pulling the collar of my jacket up around my neck.
The high desert temperatures had dropped overnight, chilling me to the bone beneath my fur coat. When the sun had started to rise
