Alpha Ethan Blackwood’s POV
The moment the final syllable of the rejection left his lips, it felt as though a physical blade had been driven into Ethan's chest and violently twisted. A profound, suffocating hollow opened up inside his soul, a sudden, terrifying emptiness that made his breath catch in his throat. It was as if a vital, irreplaceable piece of his very being had been ripped away.
Trembling on one knee, he forced himself to look up, expecting to see Lane shattered, weeping, or looking at him with the desperation of a abandoned female.
But all he saw was a wall of absolute ice.
Lane stood before him, her expression completely smooth and entirely emotionless. There wasn't a single tear in her silver-tinted eyes. There wasn't a flicker of regret on her beautiful face.
Seeing
