Fred’s POV
I stood in the dark hallway, leaning my shoulder against the shattered doorframe of Orson’s bedroom.
My knuckles were bruised and bleeding from slamming my fists against the wood earlier but I couldn't feel the pain.
Garrett was still on his knees holding Jasmine tight against his chest with his face buried into the crook of her neck.
And Jasmine. Jasmine was clutching the back of his soaked shirt, sobbing in his shoulder, letting him hold her as if he was his source of life.
Seeing the two of them together, seeing the undeniable electricity that still connected them even without the mate Bond was heartbreaking.
I spent five years by her side, loved her from the shadows, held her hand when she was weak, and I loved Orson as if he carried my own blood.
I wanted so badly t
