JACKSON
Arabella’s words swirled in my head like a storm as she sat across from me. Her calm, unyielding presence was unnerving, and I couldn’t look away from her piercing violet eyes. It felt like they saw everything, every fear, every regret, every hidden truth I refused to acknowledge.
“You have been asking the wrong questions, Alpha,” she began, her voice smooth but heavy with meaning. “And you’ve been looking in the wrong places for answers.”
My wolf growled low in my chest, restless and on edge. “Get to the point,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. “You said you had something to tell me. Say it.”
Arabella tilted her head slightly, as if measuring me. “You want the truth, but I wonder if you’re ready for it. Do you really want to know what led Sarah to this? Why hasn't she co
