Brielle’s POV
I knew it was him before he even knocked.
The kind of knowing that sits in your bones, in the scar tissue where your bond used to feel effortless.
After Jade left,I was sitting by the window, a half-read scouting report on my lap.
Because for the first time in days, my chest wasn’t tight.
Not fully.
That’s what Jade did. She showed up, sharp and steady, until the ache softened. She didn’t fix things,but she made the breaking feel less lonely.
I hadn’t been sleeping,not well, anyway. Too many thoughts. Too much space between what Jake and I were, and what we were supposed to be.
The knock came.
Just one.
I didn’t answer right away.
But I didn’t move, either.
The door creaked open.
I didn’t look up.
“Hey,” he said, quiet.
Not Alpha voice.
Not command.
Just… Jak
