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“Okay, that’s it,” he said, anger replacing the optimism of moments before. “You’re going to tell me why the hell I keep getting that reaction about Jacee, and I’m not going to take no for an answer.”
“Wait. You told other people before you told me?” She had the gall to look wounded.
“That’s just the way it happened. I was going to tell you as soon as possible, but it’s been sudden for me, and I’m still processing the idea myself. Now, what’s the deal with the weird reactions I’m getting? Out with it.”
“You might want to be sitting for this.”
“I’ll stand, thanks.”
“Promise you won’t get upset.”
“Began every horrible conversation ever. Rowan, I swear—”
“Jacee had a lover before you,” she said carefully. “They weren’t serious or anything, before you flip your shit, bro.”
Inside him, his wolf growled, but he forced the beast down. “So? Most people have been with someone by the time they’re in their twenties, sis. That’s normal.”
“Yeah, well, keep that in mind when I tell you the guy was Jax.” She watched him, waiting for the explosion.
Jax. “Our Jax?”
“You know another one?”
He tried to grasp the image of Jax and Jacee. His mate and his Pack brother. Together. Meeting for a rendezvous, fucking like a pair of horny animals, which was exactly what they had been at the time. And was sorry he did.
His breathing was harsh, his wolf howling in rage. His fangs burst through his gums, claws through his fingertips.
“Micah! It’s in the past,” Rowan said, raising her voice and grabbing his shirt. “It happened while you were in captivity and was over between them as soon as Jax met Kira.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him.” His voice wasn’t even human anymore.
“Get hold of yourself! Mac will put you in solitary!”
Distantly, he understood that. But the penalty for losing it was a fading concept once his beast took over. Jax Law had touched his mate. Fucked her. There was no force on earth that was going to stop him from making the wolf pay for that transgression.
Turning, he shook off his sister’s hold and bolted for the door. Her shout followed, as well as the thud of her boots behind him, but she wasn’t nearly fast enough to catch him. Bursting through his door so hard it came off its hinges and smashed into the wall, he sped down the hall, looking for his target. He had no care for the startled looks the other pack members and staff gave him as he ran past, sniffing out the other wolf.
Where was he? At last he caught a fresh whiff of Jax’s scent and trailed it to the recreation room. He barely spared a glance to note that some
were eating their lunches and watching television in there, others playing games. He looked only at Jax, who was playing Ping-Pong with John and laughing, having a grand time.
The arrogant, whoring son of a bitch.
At that exact moment, Aric glanced up from his video game. “Micah? What the hell?” Then, “Oh, shit. Someone told him.”
Aric threw down the game controller and shot to his feet, body tense.
“Yeah, Rowan, who has bigger balls than anyone in this room,” he growled. He fixed his murderous gaze on Jax, who finally looked up at him and frowned in confusion. “Bigger than yours, you piece of Sluagh shit.”
Jax’s eyes widened. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You have to ask?” As Micah stalked forward, bodies scrambled out of the way.
Someone said, “Holy crap. Somebody do something.”
“Call Mac and Nick,” Micah heard Aric order, his voice urgent.
His wolf didn’t care.
