Surrendered in Salem by Milly Taiden Page 0,2

pack expected of an Arrowood. Somewhere along the way, it had stopped being an act, and Jett thought the only happiness he deserved, the only kind of joy he could ever be worth, was the five-second relief of emptying his balls into his flavor of the week. That wasn’t a pretty thought. And he sure as shit wasn’t proud of it.

But Jett hadn’t had the greatest role model and he hadn’t exactly been given a fair shot. That’s what happened when your mom bailed and dad went into lockup for a double homicide.

“I’m awake,” he told Leah, hoping she would go on her merry way. He didn’t want to tell her she had to go, but it would have been nice if she had gotten to that conclusion all on her own.

There was already a lot of self-hatred going on in his brain, and he didn’t need any more than he was dealing with.

“Don’t you want to pick up where we left off last night?” she purred as she ran a long red claw down in his chest.

“No,” he sat up and swung his legs off the bed.

If there had been an easy way to get rid of Leah, Jett would have used it. As it was, he was caught between telling her to fuck off and trying to be nice. Why the hell had he brought her home? He could have chosen any other woman, but nope. Jett Arrowood, in all of his idiot greatness, had to pick the woman who always wanted to be with him.

His phone began to vibrate angrily on the bedside table. He looked down at the screen and saw it was his alpha. Considering they had been together only four hours ago at the bar were they worked, Jett knew he wasn’t exactly being saved by the bell. There was trouble brewing. He could feel it in his bones.

“What’s up, Alpha?” His voice was heavy with sleep and he coughed to clear it.

“You need to get your ass out of bed. I’ll be by in ten minutes to discuss a few things with you.”

“Can’t we do this over the phone?” Jett really didn’t want Blaze to see Leah had spent the night. He didn’t need the added guilt trip.

“Ten minutes,” Blaze warned.

Jett hung up the phone and retreated to the bathroom. He took a quick shower, and once he was done, he only had a few minutes to convince Leah to stay in the house until he was gone. She took serious offense to the fact that Jett didn’t want the alpha to know she was there.

“You’re the worst,” she told him, rolling over in the bed. Her clothes were all rumpled from sleep. “I can’t believe you try so hard to seem like a decent guy. The whole pack knows you’re a piece of shit, Jett Arrowood.”

His jaw tensed at Leah’s words. Jett knew she wasn’t wrong, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. He slammed the bedroom door, making sure to have his phone and wallet in his pockets.

Blaze, the alpha to his enforcer, was already waiting for him in his driveway. Jett muttered a curse, hoping Blaze wouldn’t smell Leah on him. He didn’t need his alpha to be disappointed in his behavior again.

The reality was that he and Blaze had been friends since they were kids. He had never been judged by him, nor did Blaze ever give any credence to the bullshit the others spewed about Jett. Not even when Jett managed to get them into trouble.

That was probably why Blaze had chosen him as his first enforcer. Not just out of loyalty, but also because Jett knew trouble. He understood and knew how to wade through it. It also made him the best bouncer Gray Wolf had ever had. The shifter bar Blaze ran was where Jett had picked up Leah the night before at the very end of his work shift.

“Why in the fuck do we need to be up so early?” Jett grumbled.

Because in an ideal world, Jett would have woken up, sent Leah packing and slept all day until it was time to go to work. He enjoyed his job at Gray Wolf, but he also liked his sleep.

“Got a call from Axel,” Blaze explained. “There’s trouble brewing up there in Salem.”

Jett rubbed at his eyes, hoping to make blinking less painful.

“How is that our problem?” Jett didn’t mean to snap at his alpha, but waking up next to Leah hadn’t put him