Zayne’s POV
The paper feels heavier than iron when Jake places it on the table.
He didn't slam it or throw it. He just places it.
That alone tells me everything.
My fingers curl slowly, like they’re no longer listening to me. I stare at the bold black letters at the top of the page.
*FINAL DIVORCE DECREE*
Real. Sealed. Signed by the Council. Not the fake copy from before. Not a threat. Not a bluff.
But this one is the real one that I knew, and it will end my life as I know it.
Jake leans back in his chair, his boots crossed on the polished table of the holding room. The silver cuffs around my wrists hum faintly, draining my power, keeping the Alpha in me caged. He grins like a man who already owns the world.
“Well,” he says lightly, tapping the paper with one finger. “There it is.
