POV: Araya
Jasper kneels in the snow, his head still bowed. The words he just spoke echo through the clearing, undeniable and absolute.
"You are the Alpha of Alphas."
Araya's chest tightens. She never wanted this. Never wanted to be more powerful than Jasper. Never wanted to be the one standing over him while he submitted.
But here they are.
The result of his choices. His rejection. His cruelty.
"Stand up," Araya says quietly.
Jasper hesitates. Then slowly, carefully, he rises to his feet. His expression is guarded, but Araya can see the shock still lingering in his eyes.
"I didn't come here to fight you," Jasper says. His voice is hoarse. "I came for my son."
"He's not yours," Ronan snarls. He moves to Araya's side again, his protective instincts flaring. "He's ours. Mine and Ara
