JAXOM’S POV
“So, what’s your pack going to say when they find out their almighty Alpha drew the short straw and ended up with a human mate? That’s bound to be embarrassing for you.” Trinity slid her empty bottle across the bartop and shoved a ketchup-coated fry into her mouth.
I lifted my hand, motioning for the bartender to bring her another beer. The more my mate drank, the more talkative she became. I’d run a tab all night if it meant learning what made Trinity tick.
“Not in the least. For one thing, my pack doesn’t question me. I’m Alpha. My word is indisputable. I question them,” I asserted confidently.
“Got it. So, it’s a dictatorship, not a democracy.”
I furrowed my brow. “What? No, it isn't. That’s not what I’m saying. There’s a chain of command to packs, just like any othe
