POV: Araya
Jasper kneels in the snow. The proud Alpha who rejected Araya, who cast her out to die, is on his knees before her.
Araya should feel triumphant. Should savor this moment of reversal.
But all she feels is tired. And sad.
This man gave her a child. Was supposed to be her mate. Her partner. Her future.
Instead, he became the source of her deepest pain.
And now he kneels in the snow, broken by the sight of what he threw away.
Jasper's warriors shift uneasily. They've never seen their Alpha like this. Never seen him vulnerable or defeated.
Serenya moves forward, reaching for Jasper's arm. "Alpha, get up. Don't let her see you weak."
Jasper shakes her off. His storm-gray eyes remain locked on Lucian. "He has my eyes. My father's eyes."
"He has Lycan eyes," Araya corrects. "
