C72 Confronting The Past

Jackson looked at me and took a step forward, then stopped abruptly. It was as though I had pricked him.

If only I could.

If only I were a porcupine shifter or something-if those even existed. All those little needles to protect myself from all these Alphas and their tempers.

He let out a huff. “I don’t need you to flatter me. I just want to make sure you’re okay