THIRD PERSON POV
As the door to the main hall shut behind Amelia, Killian, and Liam, Jackson exhaled heavily, his shoulders sagging under the weight of emotions he refused to show.
The pack members around him exchanged uneasy glances, but no one dared to approach him.
They had learned long ago that their Alpha wasn’t a man to be trifled with when his temper simmered just below the surface.
Inside, his emotions were anything but calm.
Amelia’s return had stirred something deep and raw in him, a mix of regret and longing that he had worked tirelessly to suppress.
He told himself it was anger—at her audacity to waltz back into his pack—but the truth was far more complicated.
Her absence had carved a hollow place inside him, one he hadn’t managed to fill with duty, strength, or even
