Chapter 128 I Have Evidence
Chapter 123
Jax's POV
"So may I ask," she whispered, her voice low and smooth like honey dripping from a spoon, "what brought the most important alpha of this pack here?"
The warmth of her breath tickled my ear and sent tingles down my neck. A shiver ran down my spine like electricity. When she bent down like that, leaning into me, I could see the curves of her upper chest. The way her shirt dipped just enough to reveal smooth skin. It made my thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind.
I swallowed hard, trying to focus.
"Ale," I managed to say, my voice rougher than I intended. "Or the real Ale."
"Real ale?" She pulled back slightly, one eyebrow raised in question. A small smile played at the corner of her lips, teasing and knowing.
Wait. Did she think I meant something else? My mind raced, trying to understand. Was she thinking I was asking for... something more than just a drink? Something beyond alcohol?
The thought barely had time to form in my head before she spoke again.
"Even I have something for you," she said, cutting into my confused thoughts. Her smile grew wider, more mysterious.
"Something for me?" I blinked, genuinely surprised.
"Yes, your honor."
I almost corrected her right then and there. Almost told her not to call me that here, in this public place. But then I realized it probably didn't matter much. Anyone listening would think she was just joking around. Making fun. Important wolves came to places like this all the time. Alpha kings. Elders. High-ranking pack members. Council members. Everyone knew where the private rooms were, where the real business happened, but this wasn't one of them. This was just the public area.
Before I could say anything else or ask what she meant, she grabbed my hand. Her fingers wrapped around mine, firm and sure and confident. She pulled me up from my chair with surprising strength and tucked my arm under hers, linking us together at the elbow like we were a couple.
Then she started walking, pulling me along with her through the crowded room.
We pushed through the crowd together, bodies closing in from all sides. The air was thick. It was made up of alcohol mixed with sweat, perfume and smoke. All heavy enough to taste.
Music permeated through every corner of the building, big enough to remove the roof of one's head. The vibration pulsing up through every corner of my bones.
Thankfully, no one noticed me. No one recognized me beneath my costume.
It only gave off enough light to see shapes and shadows. Our footsteps echoed off the walls as we walked, creating a rhythm.
Then we reached her room at the end of the hall.
I stepped inside. It was small. Really small and cramped. A tiny bed pushed against one wall. A small table sat near the window, covered with bottles and brushes and other things I couldn't quite see in the dim light filtering through the curtains.
The walls had papers stuck to them with tape. Posters and pictures. Some showed young women in poses that made me look away quickly, feeling uncomfortable. Omegas, probably. Decorations meant to set a certain mood for customers.
Behind me, I heard the door shut with a soft click. Then the lock turned.
I sat down on the edge of her bed. The mattress was soft, worn in from use over time. I watched as she walked toward me. Each step was slow. Deliberate. Purposeful.
Her face looked calm. Relaxed. But mine? I could feel the tension in my jaw. The way my shoulders were tight and raised. I didn't know what to expect from this meeting.
She stopped right in front of me. Close enough that I had to tilt my head up to look at her face properly and meet her eyes.
"So what do you have for me?" I asked. My voice came out quieter than I meant it to.
She looked down at me. Her eyes studied my face for a long moment, searching. Then she took a deep breath. The kind of breath someone takes before saying something important. Something heavy that they've been carrying.
"I have evidence," she said clearly, "that your Luna... our queen... is sleeping around.”