Simon’s POV
Jake stood over the war table, the forged letter still open between us. His hands were braced on the edge like he was holding himself back from flipping the whole damn thing over.
His jaw was tight. Controlled. Too controlled.
“You’re sure she never saw this?” he asked again, even though he already knew the answer.
I nodded. “Intercepted it before it reached her door.”
Jake exhaled through his nose, low and sharp. His eyes didn’t leave the parchment.
This wasn’t just a message.
It was a move. A quiet, precise one.
Arthur didn’t fire shots. He sent couriers.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t war.
Jake looked up.
His voice dropped. “We need to hit back.”
“For real this time?” I asked.
He didn’t flinch. “Yeah. But not just as Alpha.”
He straightened, already calculating
