Chapter 160 When Control Slips
Chapter 145
Jax's POV
The paper in front of me was blank.
I had been staring at it for a long time now. My pen was in my hand. The ink was ready. My thoughts were not.
I knew what I wanted to write. I had practiced the words in my head a hundred times before I sat down at my desk. The letter was supposed to go to Alpha Vexhood. It was supposed to explain everything clearly. That the elders had walked away from their duties. That they had turned their backs on the palace and on the stormfang pack. That they had been gone for more than six months without any good reason.
As the Alpha King, I had every right to remove them. The pack constitution gave me that power. If an elder or an alpha abandoned their duties for more than six months, I could take their position away. I could bring in new people. People who would actually show up. People who would actually care.
It was a simple letter. It should have taken me less than an hour to finish.
But I could not finish it.
Because Lyra had walked into the room.
I heard her before I saw her.
The soft sound of her feet touching the floor. The quiet swish of her skirt moving around her legs. The small sound the bucket made when she set it down near the door. Then the gentle splash of water as she dipped the scrub brush inside.
I told myself not to look up.
I looked up.
She was wearing something different today. Her skirt was shorter than usual. It stopped just above her knees. The fabric was light and moved softly whenever she shifted her body. Her hair was pulled back from her face. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows because she was about to work.
She did not look at me. She did not even seem to notice I was watching her.
She just got down to do her job.
That was the thing about Lyra. She never tried to get my attention. She never walked into a room and looked around to see if anyone was watching her. She simply came in, picked up whatever she needed, and started working. Quietly. Carefully. Like the floor was the most important thing in the world to her right now.
She bent down low to scrub the floor.
Her skirt shifted.
The back of her inner thigh came into view.
I looked away quickly. I pressed my pen hard against the paper like I was about to write something very important. Like the letter had suddenly become the most urgent thing I had ever done in my life.
To Alpha Vexhood,
I wrote those three words.
Then I stopped again.
Because she bent down low again.
And again my eyes moved without my permission.
Like they had their own will. Like they weren't mine anymore.
I felt something unreal, something warm, happening in my body, something trickling down my chest like hot water.
My pulse piqued, my jaw tightened. Heat gathered between my legs and it grew into something I couldn't explain.
I shifted in my chair.
Calm down Jax,” a voice in brain warned me.
I had tell myself that lyra was just doing her job, she was just cleaning the floor. She wasn't trying to seduce me, nah, lyra is not like that, she was didn't even know I was watching her.
Everytime she bent low and I could see her inner skirt, my whole body reacted like it had been poked, electricity had been passed into it.
I set my pen down.
I picked it back up.
I wrote the letter T again after the To Alpha Vexhood I had already written.
Then I stopped.
My hand was not steady.
My heart was beating very fast behind my chest, just for a man who was trying to sit behind the desk and write something.
I pressed my lips in a thin line, I encouraged myself that I had faced this type of temptation. As the alpha king of this pack, I told myself that I had to put my body under control.
Lyra bent down again.
I stood up from my chair.
I never plan to do that or maybe I did. But maybe I did but I couldn't explain how it exactly happened
I walked toward her quietly. My feet barely made a sound on the floor. She had her head down, her whole body focused on the scrubbing. She moved the brush in slow, even circles. Back and forth. Her shoulders moved with each stroke.
Lyra didn't know that I was coming behind her.
I reached out and let my fingers trail lightly along the side of her body.
She shot straight up like she had been burned.
She spun around. Her eyes went wide. Her hand flew up to her chest like she was trying to hold her heart inside.
"Oh! Your Honor…" Her voice came out shaky and breathless. "I did not know that you are behind me…"
Her cheeks had gone pink. Her lips were parted slightly. Her chest moved up and down quickly with each fast breath she was taking.
I did not say a word.
I reached over and took the mop gently from her hand. I set it aside. Then I stepped closer to her. Just one slow step. The kind of step that gave her time to move back if she wanted to.
She did not move back.
I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to her forehead.
"No… no… Your Honor…" Her voice was quieter now. Softer. But her hands came up and pressed against my chest. "This is not… this is not right…"
I did not let her finish.
I pulled her closer to mine in a seductive grip, I found her lips glued to mine before she could say anything.
The moment our lips touched, something inside me unlocked. Like a door that had been shut for a very long time finally swinging open. The warmth I had been feeling all morning rushed through my whole body at once. My hands found her waist and held on.
Her scent hit me all at the same time.
It was not just her perfume. It was something underneath it. Something that was just her. Warm and soft and sweet. It went into my nose and down into my chest like it was filling up every empty space inside me. My lungs felt full of it. My head felt dizzy with it.
My lips pressed harder against hers.
She tried to push me back. Her hands flat on my chest, pressing outward. I felt her trying to create space between us.
I held on tighter.
Then she pulled her lips away from mine. She turned her head to the side, her breath coming fast and uneven, her chest rising and falling quickly.
"Please…" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Please do not do this, Jax…"
Her eyes moved quickly to the door behind me. She was checking. Looking to see if any of the guards standing outside had heard anything. If anyone had noticed.
I already knew some of them suspected something. Guards are trained to notice things. They watch. They listen. They put small details together over time. The way I looked at Lyra when she walked into a room. The way I found s
mall reasons to be in the same space as her. Some of them had surely noticed by now.
But right now, I did not care about any of that.
I stepped toward her again.