Jessica's POV
The sound of Rose's body hitting the floor echoed through the kitchen—louder than it should have like the universe itself wanted me to hear it again and again.
I couldn’t move.
My legs felt rooted to the blood-slicked tiles, my heart thundering in my chest as the pool of crimson spread, inch by inch, creeping towards my feet.
Rose’s lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling— empty and glassy, like all the light that once made her who she was had been ripped away, gone—forever.
“Why?” I whispered, the word tasting bitter on my tongue.
No one answered.
Alpha Raymond stood there, his claws still dripping with her blood, his face cold like he didn't care or feel anything.
The man who called himself my father, the man who was supposed to protect me had just taken away the only p
