Alina’s POV
Morning came with a weight that hadn’t been there the day before.
I woke up tangled in sheets, my mind immediately replaying the moment in the garage when Jaxon had looked at me—really looked at me—and then just walked away. Like I wasn’t worth the effort of a conversation. Like whatever he’d seen between me and Maddox had been enough to make him decide I wasn’t worth fighting for.
The thought sat heavy in my chest as I stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the mess I’d somehow created.
Was it because of Maddox? Because I’d been standing too close, holding on too tight, looking at him like—?
But that couldn’t be it. Jaxon knew what this situation was. He’d chosen it—all three of them had. They’d decided to share me, to navigate this impossible dynamic together. So
