Chapter 117

Jaxon's POV

"I don't get it," Melanie murmurs, starting to pace back and forth in the little path she has created for herself. "You seem against the mate bond, but you mandate these Mating Balls?"

Ayla deadpans. "That is one of the Moon Goddess' wishes. The only way our race will survive is if pups are produced by true mates. The mate bond only imprisons us. Our purpose is different than theirs. We must serve the Moon Goddess and oversee the werewolf world."

"Then why give us a mate in the first place?"

"I wonder that myself, it's a waste of time. Just know that when you reject him, it will make you stronger. If you can handle that kind of pain, you'll be able to handle anything."

Melanie balls her fist and lifts her face to look Ayla right in the eyes. "I won't be rejecting him, and what makes you think I want to be a puppet of the Moon Goddess?" she thunders.

Ayla crosses her legs on the desk, completely unfazed by her tone. "Well, you won't be tied down by a pack. You can go anywher